Christmastime
Christmas time
Is almost here
Excitement grows
As it draws near.
What to buy
For Mum and Dad
More hankies and socks?
I'm sure they'd be glad!
Then there's the children
Who want sweets and toys
Girls wanting dolls
And bikes for the boys.
But they also want X-box
And DVD players
And some designer labelled fashions
Of these they want layers.
It's a time for the family
To all meet together
And for friends to be on the phone
For even longer than ever!
And what about your cat and dog
Don't forget them too
A squeaky toy or a dangling fish
And a tasty treat, or two.
So 'Happy Christmas'
To each of you all
Have a wonderful time
This coming Yule.
It's Snowing!
"It's snowing! It's snowing!"
The little boy cried
Wide-eyed with excitement
At the whiteness outside
A blanket that covers
As far as the eye sees
So pure and new
Even covering the trees
"Let's go for a sleigh ride!"
He's eager and keen
Spoiling the newness
Leaving tracks where he's been
Sliding down hills
Making snowmen
Throwing snowballs
At his older brother Ben
Toes tingling with cold
He doesn't seem to care
All this fun for one small boy
Surely, it isn't fair!
Time for bed now
The day has been long
He'll awaken in the morning
To find the snow has all gone
A Recipe for Spring
What a lot of entertainment
From some old bread that has gone stale
Normally it would be just thrown away
Yet, now it has created this tale.
A rewarding fine sight will emerge just for you
And, all you need is some bread that is old
Eventually, (it'll take just a minute or two)
You will see colours so clear and so bold.
A slice, or two, of old bread - that is all
Broken up into 'bite-size' pieces
Then just scatter them around your garden
Across lawns, by paths and near niches.
Return to the comfort of your home
Pull up a chair, and just wait
It won't take long - just you see
Your patience will reward you - its' fate!
A brave one will appear by your unwanted bread
Feasting quickly whilst abating its fear
Then the others of its kind soon arrive along side
For they all have the same idea!
With hungry mouths to feed at home
There really is no time to waste
Just gobble some bread down quickly
No time to savour the taste.
After stealing a second for their own meal
They gather as much as they can
In their mouths, they cram it all in
This banquet provided by Man.
It is Spring, and the weather is sunny
Refreshing - each morning, and clear
They race for some food for their families
Before others of their type draw near.
Males and females taking turns
From safe distances, one acts as the lookout
For the dangers that are always present
Whilst out 'shopping' for food, there's no doubt.
Their children, back home, are all waiting
Reliant on your old, stale bread bits
The Sparrows, Blackbirds and Finches
Also Magpies, Jackdaws and Tits.
So, your pieces of stale bread are not wasted
When broken up and strewn all around
You'll be visited by all different birds each time
When they spot you down there on the ground.
It is a true recipe for Spring
Pass it on, and let it be heard
When your unwanted food gets 'recycled'
Filling the bellies of new baby birds.
Remember, all it takes is some bread
Good intentions and patience, 'tis true
Your reward is the trust from the parents
When their babies they will bring to show you.
With fluffy feathers, and now as big as their parents
Though certainly nowhere near as wise
The young fledglings all baying to be fed at once
In your garden, right in front of your eyes.
A small token of kindness from you each day
With no baking involved on your part
This simple recipe for Spring has unfolded
Warm images to keep in your heart.
Spider's Web
I watched a spider weave its web
From tiny little bits of silver thread
It grew into a masterpiece.
In awe I saw it catch a fly
And while I watched it slowly die
It became wrapped up like a present.
The spider stored his meal away
To be eaten on another day
When it hungered for a treat.
It ran out to repair a rip
That the fly had made at the end of its trip
And the spider's new home had been broken.
Fascinated I continued to watch
As it darted out each time to catch
Its dinner, lunch and supper.
Every time the web vibrated
The spider appeared and deliberated
Over which meal this one would become.
Raindrops now falling from the overhead cloud
The spider checks the web; he's very house proud
And finds the web now dripping with crystal jewels.
The rain has stopped, the sun has appeared
And to the web I found i've neared
To see the amazing light display.
What a perfect hour i've just spent
Watching the spider become content
And seeing the delights of nature unfolding.
Secret
I look from my window
The moon is shining bright
Everywhere is calm
On this warm summers' night
The stars are sparkling
The night is hazy
People are sleepy
Tired and lazy
Contentment on faces
Of old and young
Skin slightly burning
From the afternoon sun
Creatures are active
They thrive in the dark
I walk through the trees
Carve my name in the bark
I smile to myself
Happiness is all around
I giggle with pleasure
Of the place I have found
Only I know it's there
It is my secret place
Over the bridge I see the river
Reflecting back my own face
This is where I long to be
Where everything is fine
Do you know where this is?
Of course not - because it's mine
Rain
Running its race
I watch the rain
Trickling down
My windowpane.
Joining its friends
They form a line
Increasing the chances
Of bettering its time.
Pitter and patter
The hypnotic sound
As it travels the window
On its' way to the ground.
Dripping and splashing
Collecting together
How interesting it can be
Watching the weather.
Rushing in streams
They group to a huddle
Wanting to be next
To land in the puddle.
That is where
Their race it does end
Accomplishing dreams
And meeting a friend.
This poem is also on the Teeny Poet site at http://teenypoet.googlepages.com/rain
