poems


POEMS

A POOR JOB Clifford W. Tusing, 7 Guess what I found Out in the barn It’s round and white And hard and warm. It’s in my pocket Now I guess Oh dear! It’s such An awful mess! I guess Ma will not Want it now An egg’s a mean thing Anyhow! I guess old Speckle Made it wrong She’d better make The next one strong.	THE SEEDS May Turner, 7 Two little seeds were Fast asleep Under the soft white snow When a dear little Bluebird sang aloud, Wake little seeds and grow. One little seed said, "It’s too cold" I’m going to sleep awhile The other one said "I’ll do My best As she wake with a merry Smile The lazy seed slept itself To death And never woke at all But the smart little seed Pushed through the ground And bare it’s tulip tall

THE BEST WAY Johnny W. Ritchie, 8 Do your best your Very best. And do it every day. Little boys and little Girls This is the wisest Way	WHAT WOULD WE DO Paul Runion, 10 If all the trees were cherry trees And every little boy Should have like young George Washington A hatchet for a toy And use it in a way unwise What would we do for cherry pies

DAPPLE GRAY Lloyd Hoover, 7 I had a little pony, His name was Dapple Gray. I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed Him. She rode him through the mire. I would not lend my pony more For all the lady’s hire.