Category: Children’s Poems

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Wash On The Line

From our clothesline dance to and fro
The cleanest people one could know.
Of course, they are a trifle thin,
And flap sometimes with fearful din;
But from the way they wave and joke,
They must be very friendly folk.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 1, 1952

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Visitors

Trains whistle into our tovm;
They’ve such a cheerful way!
They pause awhile;
I see them smile,
“And how are you today?”

I watch them from my window;
I hear them toot “Hello!”
Hip, hip, hurray,
They’re on their way–
Sky-writing as they go!

by Ray Romine Sunday, August 26, 1951

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Visitor

A big blue butterfly today
Dared me to touch him if I could,
As he flew swiftly on his way
Across the field, above the wood.
But I’ll look out tomorrow, when
He’ll maybe say “Hello!” again.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 9, 1952

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Traveler

The road that rambles past our house
Cuts through the fields and thickets,
And never stops for cat or mouse,
Nor hears the singing crickets.

It goes right on through snow or rain;
It races in the noon light,
And flows across the silver plain,
A ribbon in the moonlight.

Exactly how it started out
I have no way of knowing;
But when I’m twenty-one, about,
I’ll find out where it’s going!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 25, 1952

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Thundershower

I think the rain is stopping,
And puddles lie about
For us to wade and splash in,
If we hurry out.

But we must do it quickly,
If we want to play,
For water is so bashful
That it soon
runs
away!

by Ray Romine Monday, January 12, 1953