Category: Children’s Poems

There’s magic in a pencil;
It draws curved lines and straight,
And if I hold it steadily,
It makes a figure 8.

But then when Sister borrows it,
It isn’t quite the same,
For she wrote off a note with it,
And even signed her name!

by Ray Romine Thursday, February 14, 1952

Sue has a horn, and I’ve a drum;
And Steve a clown-face he has made;
And with our cat and Jeannie’s dog
We’ll have a peach of a parade!

We’ll go off laughing, all in step–
We’ll march; we’ll whoop; we’ll serenade;
And have our circus afterward,
For mother’s making lemonade!

by Ray Romine Friday, June 27, 1952

My little brother and I have fun
Playing outdoors m the sun;
Over the hill and under the trees,
Watching squirrels and laughing with bees.

But when rain threatens, we give a shout,
And race inside to watch it begin.
Mother says she’s a bit “put out”
At rainy weather, but we’re put in!

by Ray Romine Sunday, April 19, 1953

Through our front window I can see
A great wide world out there for me;
A world of homes and trees and grass,
With people, dogs and cars that pass.
And yesterday I saw go by
A black and yellow butterfly.
I watch and watch. It’s really fine–
This life-size picture book of mine.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 8, 1952

There are numbers on my blocks
Much like those upon our clocks;
Numbers in my picture books;
Some, mother uses when she cooks
Which she often has to change,
High up on her cooking range;
Numbers on maps and ships and planes,
On license plates, on railroad trains;
Numbers here and numbers there–
Numbers almost everywhere–
And you’ll like numbers also when
You, like me, can count to ten!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 3, 1954

The bunny has a nose that’s pink;
The baboon’s, often blue;
A dog’s is mostly black, I think–
What color nose have you?

The elephant can boast a trunk;
The rhino has a horn;
The pig, a shovel he can dunk
For bugs and buried corn.

Beside such noses, gay and merry,
My own nose seems so ordinary.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 8, 1952

When we walk at night,
I ask, “What is a star?”
And daddy explains to me
All of them are
Suns like our own sun
That shinee during day,
But MANY times larger.
And farther away.

Of course, I believe him;
Of course he is right;
But if he doesn’t mind
I’ll go on every night
Pretending they’re fireflies!
With daddy’s star lore,
I think I feel littler
Than ever before.

by Ray Romine Sunday, February 3, 1952

Our new fish swims around the bowl.
Escaping is his only goal;
But he will settle when he’s found
That his small world, like mine, is round.

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 10, 1952

I thought it was MY garden,
But the ants and wasps and bees
And birds said “Beg your pardon,
We will share it, if you please.”

And since I’ve learned to know them,
I greet them with a grin
So that I’ll maybe show them
I’m glad they’re moving in!

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 10, 1952

My Teddy Bear is company:
He always talks and talks to me
About the weather; what’s for lunch;
Ice cream sodas by the bunch;
Going to the zoo some day;
Whether we’ll go out to play.
He pops ideas from his head
Right up to time to go to bed,
Then, if I am not mistaken,
Says not a word until I waken!

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 13, 1952