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If you are looking for an ongoing activity to do with grandchildren, why not plan a kid friendly garden! Spring is here so that means it’s time to save empty yogurt containers for reuse to plant seeds, visit a garden center to choose kid friendly seeds to plant, and prepare an organic garden bed in hope that we won’t be surprised again with snowflakes from above.

 My Spring Garden

Poppy and I will soon be planning a healthy organic garden with our granddaughters to give them a special project to be involved in as the birth of their new brother approaches. They’ll plant and nurture their garden, watching it grow as they learn to help nurture their baby brother, watching him grow, too.

My Spring Garden

Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I’m going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.

Here is the big, round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.

Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little, warm earth beds.

~ Author Unknown ~

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Icicles hang like chandeliers

Melting raindrops on the ground

Children playing having fun

Making snowmen in the park

Hat,scarf, and carrot nose

Trees stand in an icy pose

Children play until its dark

Now they’ve come to close the park

Thomas Sims

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Diwali 2014 HD Greetings With Poems Romantic Word Free Download

Happy Diwali Poems

The clear blue sky,

The scent of flowers,
The colours of Rangoli,
And the sound of crackers.
The gifts and sweets from dear ones,
And the getting of their love,
The light of the candles below,
And the dazzling fireworks up above.
Lighting lamps at our homes,
Making the less fortunate smile,
Putting on new apparels,
Show our friends some style.
Paying respects to the gods, 
And decorating for them the thali, 
This is what the occasion is all about,
This is the spirit of Deepavali. 

The sweet smell of flowers

The array of colors
Diwali is here
Firecrackers are heard
Candles are lit
Children play
Presents are given
We pray to the gods
Diwali is here.

Dunes of vapors from crackers rise,
Engulf, as odorous airs resound
Effusing joys to all abound
Pearls of gleams in these autumn nights
Adorn our lives else trite
With sparklers that motley skies
As soaring spirits of powder wander
Let us thank the heavenly might,
In this festive season of lights.

Today’s the `Festival of Lights’ all o’er;
A joyful day for minds and hearts and souls;
And people throng the Temples to offer,
Prayers, resolving to take better roles.
And most of them are richly clad and clean,
and eat such dainty foods and sweets with mirth;
Whilst noisy crackers burst, their lights are seen,
It seems to be a happy day on Earth!
But are there not hearts woe-filled, very sad?
Denied of laughter, smiles for days;
Today’s the triumph of Good over bad;
But what about the wastage in much ways?
True joy is when you see someone else smile!
True charity gives joy in Heavenly style.

Joy, Joy, Joy,
We can play with our cousins
We can eat so many sweets
We can fire crackers
We can worship Goddess Lakshmi because
It is Diwali
Happy Diwali

As echelons of zillion lights adorn,
and echoes of triumph and thunder swarm,
watching even a tiny gleam perform,
devouring ill,
sparkling joy despite forlorn,
exhorts a hearty & happy year merely born

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sick

I’m feeling sick and getting worse.
I think I’d better see the nurse.
I’m sure I should go home today.
It could be fatal if I stay.
I’m nauseated, nearly ill.
I have a fever and a chill.
I have a cold. I have the flu.
I’m turning green and pink and blue.
I have the sweats. I have the shakes,
a stuffy nose, and bellyaches.
My knees are weak. My vision’s blurred.
My throat is sore. My voice is slurred.
I’m strewn with head lice, ticks, and mites.
I’m covered in mosquito bites.
I have a cough, a creak, a croak,
a reddish rash from poison oak,
a feeble head, a weakened heart.
I may just faint or fall apart.
I sprained my ankle, stubbed my toes,
and soon I’ll start to decompose.
And one more thing I have today
that makes me have to go away.
It’s just as bad as all the rest:
I also have a science test.

by Kenn Nesbitt

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Sometimes I have a lot of food

On a very large plate.

Sometimes I cannot wait

To eat my fruit and veg.

I always know

It will help me grow,

Strengthen my bones

From tip to toe.

But sometimes I get fed up

With my fruit and veg.

I push my plate away

Then I hear my father say,

You won’t grow up

To reach the stars,

Or have the strength

Of three spacemen.”

I had to remind him then,

That I’m a teddy bear

That is no excuse,” he said,

You still have to eat

Your fruit and veg!”

Gillian Sims.

A poem from Manner Bear And Friends

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book mouse

pink hat

 

Molly the mouse was walking to school with Cheeky Monkey
When the wind blew off her hat into a tree,
“I will get it I will get your hat for you”
Without further ado
Cheeky Monkey chased the hat it blew into the middle of the road
Molly looked worried she knew how dangerous the road can be
“No! No! She shouted look at all the traffic can’t you see?
“You must wait at the crossroads for the little green man to appear.”
Cheeky Monkey just ran and ran he didn’t listen,the hat was near
Molly waited for his safe return
She knew Cheeky Monkey didn’t listen to her concerns
All Molly could do was sit and watch
Her brave friend weave and dodge
The traffic in his plight to capture her hat
Molly just wanted her friend back
That is why it is always best
To use the green cross code
You will always be safe on the roads

Gillian Sims

This poem was taken from Manners Bear And Friends my new children’s poetry book  now available at Waterstone’s

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I’m learning to ride a bike,
And I’m learning to fly on my own,
And I’m learning to sing,
Not to cry, when I fall,
And I’m learning not to give up,
As I ride though life,
And I’m learning to try try try again,
To get back up on that bike,
And I’m learning (although it sometimes really hurts me) ,
Not to run away from pain,
And I’m learning to fly high,
While, I speed through the hills of life,
And I’m learning that it’s much,
Much easier to look ahead at my future path,
Then looking in my mirror,
To see the past.

 by Ronald Chapman

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Look at me go
I’m riding a bicycle
It’s so much more fun
Than that small little tricycle
I go up the driveway
And then I turn back
It isn’t so hard
I think I’ve got the knack
The feel of the wind
On my face a quite like
Nothing compares to it
-Rinding my bike

Author: Sharon Froese

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You perhaps know it as pancake day, but the day that falls before Ash Wednesday is really called Shrove Tuesday. It is the day on which people shrived, in order to prepare for the fasting that occurred during Lent. Shriving isn’t very common actability these days, but it meant eating up all the things in the cupboard that weren’t allowed to be eaten during Lent. One of the popular items made using these soon to be forbidden ingredients was pancakes, and thus in time the day became known a pancake day.

 

I must confess that I don’t really like pancakes, which may explain why we have such a limited offering of funny pancake day poems on the menu. If you don’t enjoy Pancake Day, Pancake Day, there’s only bread and water as an alternative.

 

Pancake Day Pancake Day

by Patrick

 

Pancake Day, Pancake Day

The pan’s getting hotter

The butter has melted

I’ve poured in the batter

 

Pancake Day, Pancake Day

The pancake is sizzling

A flick of the wrist

And its stuck to the ceiling

 

Pancake Day, Pancake Day

I’ve not seen mum crosser

So which did she call me

‘A champion tosser’

 

Oh, I hope I remembered to warn you that some adults will consider this poem rather rude!

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If I were to make up the etiquette rules,
it wouldn’t be too impolite
to reach for the biggest dessert on the tray
and gobble it down in one bite;
to beat on my brother with drumsticks;
eat corn on the cob with my toes;
stand up on my chair and shout, “Food fight!”
hang string beans right out of my nose.

I’d say it’s okay to blow bubbles in milk;
to dribble and slobber and slurp;
to yackety-yak with my mouth full of food,
then swallow and let out a burp.
It wouldn’t be crude to bounce meatballs,
to hide all the veggies I hate,
stick bubble gum under the table,
or lick all my fingers and plate.

And after I made up the etiquette rules
there’s one other thing I would do.
Whenever my parents are eating,
I’d make them obey the rules, tooby

Joan Horton

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(Sing to the tune of “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”)

I’ve been burping in the classroom
since I ate my lunch.
We had beefy, cheesy tacos,
and I gobbled down a bunch.
Can’t you hear my belly rumble,
full of greasy taco meat?
Can’t you hear the girls all whining,
“Your breath smells like your feet!”

Tacos taste so swell,
but they make you smell.
It’s those spicy beans and me-e-eat!
When you eat a bunch
of that zesty lunch
for sure you won’t smell sweet.

Someone needs to tell the lady
when she cooks our lunch today-ay-ay-ay
please leave out the grease and spices
so we can go out and play.

by Kathy Kenney-Marshall

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