Variety of Poem

"Let The Little Children Come To Me."

Jesus Christ

Christmas was for grownups
but the children now were free,
when Jesus called to them,
"Let the little children come to me."

Now Christmas was for children
and Jesus they could see,
when Jesus called to them,
"Let the little children come to me,

for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
The children were happy as can be,
when Jesus called to them,
"Let the little children come to me."
Ted Alva Reilly, Copyright © 2010 PicturesRhymes.com

THE DREAM BASKET BOY

Copyright © 2005 PicturesRhymes.com

THE PRETTY LITTLE COTTON GIRL

She lived in a field, not forgotten,

There once was a pretty little cotton,
just as fluffy as she could be.
She lived in a field, not forgotten,
as anyone could plainly see.
How happy she was those long summer days
as the rain and the sun made her grow!
She thought, “I plan to live here under the sun’s rays.
That I definitely know.”
But one day she was picked and taken away.
“Where in the world are they taking us?”
She had no choice but to obey,
so she didn’t make much of a fuss.
The pretty cotton said, “Won’t you just look at me?
I certainly am quite a mess!”
But a wiser cotton said, “No you aren’t, can’t you see,
because now we’ve become a pretty dress!”
A little girl went home with the new dress on,
and the cotton was happy just humming a song.
So when things don’t seem to be going your way,
just remember the cotton and have a happy day.

Towers of Life

They stood hushed and glimmering in the night,
Giants able to frame the moon,
Slumbering magnificently in their might.

Day breaks and the sun gently warms their skin,
Veins begin to pulse with life,
The sprit of a thousand of kin.

Evil tears towards them through the brilliant morning sky,
Propelled by the blackest of hate,
Guided by a lie.

Barely risen they stand with no defense,
Innocent and distracted they are not prepared,
The pain about to be inflicted intense.

Like a bolt of lighting that shatters the morn,
Evil crashes once then twice into their sides,
Their bodies are scorched and torn.

Horribly crippled they continue to stand,
Holding onto life until the last,
Orders are given, they take the command.

The battle is brief, the giants begin to yield,
Life drains from every artery,
Their fate is sealed.

Collapsing to zero,
First to one knee then to the next,
From their dust will emerge so many a hero.

The question is asked,
How can such evil exist.
JDK

Mirror of Despair

How many times will you use it today?
A drip, a drop, a splash here and there.
You take it for granted, but some people don’t.
To you it comes abundantly,
But to others there is only one amount…
Small.
Looking at the reflection shows a happy face,
one filled with joy, but also vulnerability.
For those without, the mirror's image is a cheerful face, too.
But under that thin layer of elation is a sense
Of knowing,
Of despair,
Of desperation.
This person understands the true horrors of the world.
What is this thing that reflects bliss and sorrow?
Water.
Water, a necessity for all,
Is treasured by those without,
but is unappreciated by those
on the other side of the looking glass.

By Maggie Curran, 5th Grade, Hazel Grove Elementary