Happy Birthday!

Hooray it is your birthday!

The day has just begun,

Make a birthday wish;

And then have lots of fun.

You’re such a special person;

You haven’t got a clue;

How fun it is to sing,

 happy birthday to you!

~ By Nicole S. E.

I Wrote This Poem For My Sister On Her Birthday, Because She IS "Such A Special Person"!

To the First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger;
Fear no harm and fear no danger.
We a glad to see you here,
For you sind, "Sweet spring is near."

Now the white snow melts away;
Now the flowers blossom gay.
Come, dear bird, and build you nest,
For we love our robin best.

~ By Louisa May Alcott
  (written at age eight)

Today

Here hath been dawning another blue day:
Think, wilt though let it slip useless away?
   Out of eternity is this new day born;
   Into eternity, at night, will return.
Behold it aforetime, no eye ever did;
So soon it forever from all eyes is hid.
   Here hath been dawning another blue day;
   Think wilt though let it slip useless away?

~ Thomas Carlyle

A Wise Old Owl

A wise old owl lived in an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why can't we all be like that bird?

~ Edward Hershey Richards

This poem was in my poetry practice book, I liked it, and here it is!

My Baptism

I wanted to get baptized, 
   To show my love for Jesus,
To tell that I had realized ;
   That Christ through death redeemed us.

To give my testimony,
   I stood before the church,
I felt God's love suround me,
   His shoulders were my perch.

Dad wrapped his arms around me,
   Encouraged me to go,
Though trembling in body;
   My heart was all aglow.

We went down to the water,
   And waded in a ways,
I was baptized then and there,
   May Christ get all the praise!

                                ~ By Nicole S. E.

I wrote this poem (as you might have already guessed) after I was baptized.

Tied Down?

"They tie you down," a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
With shame to speak of children so.
"When babies come you cannot go
In search of pleasure with your friends,
And all your happy wandering ends.
The things you like you cannot do,
For Babies make a slave of you."
I looked at her and said: "'Tis true
That children make a slave of you,
And tie you down with many a knot,
But have you never thought to what
It is of happiness and pride
That little babies have you tied?
Do you not miss the greater joys
That come with little girls and boys?
"They tie you down to laughter rare,
To hours of smiles and hours of care,

To nights of watching and to fears;

Sometimes they tie you down to tears
And then repay you with a smile,
And make your trouble all worth while.
They tie you fast to chubby feet,
To cheeks of pink and kisses sweet.
"They fasten you with cords of love
To God divine, who reigns above.
They tie you, whereso'er you roam,
Unto the little place called home;
And over sea or railroad track
They tug at you to bring you back.
The happiest people in the town
Are those the babies have tied down.
"Oh, go your selfish way and free
But hampered I would rather be,
Yes rather than a kingly crown
I would be, what you term, tied down;
Tied down to dancing eyes and charms,
Held fast by chubby, dimpled arms,
The fettered slave of girl and boy,
And win from them earth's finest joy."

-Edgar A Guest

This Poem was kindly shared with me by Michaela (a follower of my blog). Thank you! :)