I Wonder by Jeannie Kirby
I wonder why the grass is green,
And why the wind is never seen?
Who taught the birds to build a nest,
And told the trees to take a rest?
O, when the moon is not quite round,
Where can the missing bit be found?
Who lights the stars, when they blow
out,
And makes the lightning flash about?
Who paints the rainbow in the sky.
And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?
Why is it now, do you suppose,
That Dad won't tell me, if he knows?
Mr. Nobody by Author Unknown
I know a funny
little man,
As quiet as a
mouse,
Who does the
mischief that is done
In everybody's
house!
There's no one
ever sees his face,
And yet we all
agree
That every
plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.
`Tis he who
always tears our books,
Who leaves the
door ajar,
He pulls the
buttons from our shirts,
And scatters
pine afar;
That squeaking
door will always squeak,
For, prithee,
don't you see,
We leave the
oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody
He pits damp
wood upon the fire,
That kettles
cannot boil;
His are the
feet that bring in mud,
And all the
carpets soil.
The papers
always are mislaid,
Who had them
last but he?
There's no one
tosses them about
But Mr.
Nobody.
The finger
marked upon the door
By none of us
are made;
We never leave
the blind unclosed,
To let the
curtains fade.
The ink we
never spill; the boots
That lying
round you see
Are not our
boots they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.
The River by Valerie Bloom
The River's a
wanderer,
A nomad, a
tramp,
He doesn't
choose one place
To set up his
camp.
The River's a
winder,
Through valley
and hill
He twists and
he turns,
He just cannot
be still.
The River's a
hoarder,
And he buries
down deep
Those little
treasures
That he wants
to keep.
The River's a
baby,
He gurgles and
hums,
And sounds
like he's happily
Sucking his
thumbs.
The River's a
singer,
As he dances
along,
The
countryside echoes
The notes of
his song.
The River's a
monster
Hungry and
vexed,
He's gobbled
up trees
And he'll
swallow you next.
Heir
Conditioning by M Shanmughalingam
Grand dad did
you breathe
Before air
cons were invented
Was it hard
staying
Alive without
modern inventions?
Grandma
weren’t you flustered
As you
fluttered with paper fans?
Could you
communicate before
Faxes and long
distance calls
Became basic
necessities?
Picture
Grandchild we
lived
Before your
age. Because
Of our
ignorance,
We did not
know
Pollution,
stress, traffic jams
Destruction of
forests, streams and
Hills
We feared God
and nature
Now nature
fears you and
Money is your
new God.
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