Children's Poems.
ODE TO JUNK FOOD
By Beatrice Eveland
I like candies
I like cakes
I like cookies my mom bakes
Pretzels, chips and soda pop
Once I’m munching I can’t stop
I’d eat junk till I explode
Eat till all my teeth erode
Till my tummy aches inside
Till the bathroom’s where I hide
But my mom says, “Child, no more!”
Rationing what I adore
Making me eat healthy food
Though I’m seldom in the mood
I COULD SAY THAT I LOVE YOU
By Beatrice Eveland
I could say that I love you because of your smile
Because you are dear, because you’re my child
I could say that I love you because you are sunny
Because you are talented, smart and so funny
I could say that I love you because of your hugs
They help me through days when it gets really tough
I could say that I love you because we relate
You understand me, and that always feels great
I could say that I love you because you are tender:
The underdog’s ultimate friend and defender
I could say that I love you because you love me
Even on those rare days when I’m persnickety
I could say that I love you for all that you do
But sweet, little child, that just wouldn’t be true
To say that I love you for even good reasons
Would miss the whole point: my love knows no seasons
I love you, quite simply, because you are you
So know that with all of the changing you’ll do
I’ll always be here, and you always will be
The dearest and best thing to happen to me
I LOVE BUGS
By Beatrice Eveland
Some kids like to play with balls
Or building blocks
Or Barbie dolls
Other children like to skate
And some think make believe is great
But I just love to pick up bugs
Like soft and slimy little grubs
That bend and squirm inside my hand
My friends all squeal
I think they’re grand
They have so many hands and feet
And eyes that bulge up really neat
With two antennae up on top
And body parts that go flip flop
But best of all I like the way
My sister screams when I just say
“Hey sis, you want a bug by chance?
Come here! I’ll put one down your pants.”
No, I don’t want to go to Mars
Or some far planet near the stars
‘Cause aliens could never be
As great as bugs on earth to me
TO SWING
By Beatrice Eveland
To swing on a swing is my favorite thing
I’m free like the wind when I do
As I soar through the sky I feel I could fly
With the birds and the butterflies too
My feet stretching out I haven’t a doubt
That nothing gets close like me
To the clouds sublime and the warm sunshine
When I swing on my swing I’m free!
