A Little Rhyme

Once upon a time

I wrote a little rhyme.

What else was I to do

As I sat and waited for you?

          (N. Mollenhauer)

Poem: Children

Children

There are children who are crying

And there are children who are dying

There are children who are laughing

And there are children who are playing.

No matter who or where they are,

Children everywhere are saying:

Hold my hand, hug me tight

Let me be a child at heart

See me, smile at me,

Never let me leave your sight

There are children who are silenced

And there are children who are scared

There are children who are clothed

And there are children who are fed.

No matter who or where they are,

Children everywhere are saying:

Hold my hand, hug me tight

Let me be a child at heart,

See me, smile at me,

Never let me leave your sight.

          (N. Mollenhauer).

Two Poems: Part 1-A Brand New Day

A BRAND NEW DAY

From behind the distant mountains,

a glorious sight appears,

First faintly, and then brighter as light spills forth.

The sky fills with colour, the world is full of light.

A fresh new morning, in a sparkling fresh world.

Birds sing joyfully, trees sway gently in the breeze,

flowers nod cheerfully as each welcomes a brand new day.

Trees wave gracefully and the grass rustles softly,

Dew sparkles like the riches jewels, the world is filled with colour.

The air is fresh, and whole new day awaits you,

filled with surprises and new adventures.

To think, the Almighty Creator made this day 

Now what will you fill it with?