Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

When you're a child she walks before you - Poem

When you're a child she walks before you

Poem : "When you're a child she walks before you"

When you're a child she walks before you,
To set an example.
When you're a teenager she walks behind you
To be there should you need her.

Spiders and Flies - Poem

Spiders and Flies

Poem : "Spiders and Flies" - Elizabeth Fleming

While flies can travel
Here and there;
And spiders can’t
Go anywhere,
I wish l knew

My Mother kept a garden - Poem

My Mother kept a garden

Poem : "My Mother kept a garden"

My Mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart,
She planted all the good things
that gave my life it's start.
She turned me to the sunshine

If I could give you diamonds - Poem

If I could give you diamonds

Poem : "If I could give you diamonds"

If I could give you diamonds
for each tear you cried for me.
if I could five you sapphires
for each truth you've helped me see.
If I could give you rubies
for the heartache that you've known
If I could give you pearls
for the wisdom that you've shown.

A Mother loves right from the start - Poem

A Mother loves right from the start

Poem : "A Mother loves right from the start" - Carol Matthews

A Mother loves right from the start.
She holds her baby close to her heart.
The bond that grows will never falter.
Her love is so strong it will never alter.
A Mother gives never ending Love.
She never feels that she has given enough.
For you she will always do her best.

Two Old Wives - Poem

Two Old Wives

Poem : "Two Old Wives" - Nursery Rhyme

Two old wives sat a-talking, a-talking, a-talking;
Two old wives sat a-talking
About the wind and weather;
Till their two heads fell a-nodding, a-nodding, a nodding;

Tom, Tom, The Piper's Son - Poem

Tom, Tom, The Piper's Son

Poem : "Tom, Tom, The Piper's Son" - Nursery Rhyme

Tom, Tom, the Piper’s son,
Learnt to play when he was young.
All the tune that he could play
Was “Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.”

Tom on his pipe played with such skill
That those who heard him could never keep still..
For all who heard were bound to dance,
He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs all broke.
She began to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

He met the parson on his way,
Took out his pipe, began to play
A merry tune, which led His Grace
Into a very muddy place.
The justice said he would not fail
To send poor Tommy off to jail.
Tom took out his pipe, began to play,
And all the court soon hopped away.

‘I was quite a treat to see the rout,
How clerks and judges hopped about;
While Tommy still kept playing the tune
“I’ll be free this afternoon.’

Then Jailer Grim, who held him fast,
Began to dance about at last.
And Tom, delighted at the fun,
S lipped out of court and away did run.

The Camel - Poem

The Camel

Poem : "The Camel" - Margery Hart

The camel is a funny thing,
His back is round and humpy,
And Nanny says he’s just like me
On days when I am grumpy.

I really don’t know what she means,