41. Splishy, Sploshy Mud
Splishy, sploshy mud
is the best type of crud!
You can make pies,
you can make mountains,
Splishy, sploshy mud
is the best type of crud!
You can make pies,
you can make mountains,
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Have you ever seen the exact moment when Night
Descends from above, and spreads darkness everywhere?
Night comes so quietly, and chases Day away so thoroughly,
That it doesn’t leave even a speck of light behind in the air!
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Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
On a day like today, please take me away,
From the blowy and blustery weather.
I can't fly a kite or ride my bike,
Because of the blustery weather.
Describes my son in his youth! This name is familiar!
Sitting outside
Under a tree
Mud pies and water
Making memories
Peace is...
When you are outside on a nice warm day
With a cold glass of yellow lemonade.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
You hear voices of nature in a rooster's call
As if saying, "Hey, wake up all."
You hear voices of nature in buzzing of bees
Awake, little crocus, spring is nigh!
Let me kiss the slumber from your eye.
Come! Dance with me upon the lawn,
The night is o'er, embrace the dawn!
A beautiful poem for spring. Love the idea of the crocus fairy dancing on the lawn and in her element embracing the dawn.
I'm just a little sunbeam.
Along the floor I crawl.
I climb up walls.
I creep down halls.
A simple poem with a common idea. I love the metaphorical use of the idea.
Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
There’s sunrise in the garden,
There’s sunrise in the hall,
There’s sunrise in the kitchen
Chasing shadows from the wall,
Love this poem and children will too, it's delightful poetry that one can sing along to.
Super Spring starts off the year
Glistening, shimmering, thundering rain
But warmth comes out, once again.
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Allie, call the birds in,
The birds from the sky.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
Down they all fly.
I met Sr. Graves in Deya de Mallorca in 1973. Having visited his home and met his family, he was kind to return the favor by singing this song among others that are of the repertoire of folk...
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I love these days when autumn leaves
Are falling everywhere around,
And I can tread among the sheaves,
And hear the crispy, crunchy sound.
I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch
Cheeky Beak's a robin,
He lives beside my house.
He's redder than a berry,
And rounder than a mouse.
Such a fun loving poem. This poem painted your chirping friend beautifully.
We awakened to the whitest light
Seeping through the blinds.
We leapt from bed and to the windows
To take a probing peek outside.
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The sunshine has a pleasant way
Of shining on us all the day,
It makes the little window bright,
And fills the room with pretty light.