What is pink? A rose is pink
By the fountain's brink.
What is red? A poppy's red
In its barley bed.
Famous Children Poems - Page 3
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What is pink? A rose is pinkFeatured Shared Story
This was a poem I learned at school in my elocution lessons in the early 1960s. It was recited at the end of term and if deserved, a certificate was awarded. The Covid-19 outbreak means I am...
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!Featured Shared Story
I think this poem is a wonderful way to express how the feeling of being alive and in control of ones' emotions as a child. It opens up a brand-new vision as to how this sensation feels as a...
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.Featured Shared Story
It's a simple yet great poem. We cannot ignore the importance of sleeping and dreaming. Dream big and try hard to achieve it.
There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there's one that has an eye without a head.
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,Featured Shared Story
Pins and needles
The beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
-The Guess Book (c. 1820)
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
"Little prig."Featured Shared Story
I read this poem in 1965 when I carried a paperback book of poems in my backpack when an infantry soldier in Vietnam. We, the infantry group in which I served, were such a collection of...
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.Featured Shared Story
When I was a very little boy, I used to stay round my Nana's house fairly regularly. Every time I did, she would tuck me up in bed and sing this poem to me in her beautiful, soothing voice....
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at;Featured Shared Story
When I was 3 or 4, I recited this poem to the Bayridge Business and Professional Women's bridge club. My aunt and godmother, Margaret Desmond, was hosting them at my grandparents' house in...
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