Susan Noyes Anderson » Children’s Poetry

The Sandman Strikes Again!

admin — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 07:06:13 +0000

Up the stairs with golden dust

the sandman softly sweeps.

He sprinkles magic from his hand

until the whole world sleeps.

Hiking the Wind

admin — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 21:48:38 +0000

The sky is in fluffy white pieces today…

a drift-covered mountain, aglow.

Watch me hike on the wind!

Let my swing fly away

till I bury both feet in cloud snow.

Come Into My Parlor

admin — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 07:55:50 +0000

“I’m not getting any younger,”

said the spider to the fly.

When into my web you blunder,

could you let me know you’re nigh?

My eight eyes are growing dimmer,

My eight legs are growing lame.

This arachnid’s getting slimmer.

(I’m not saying you’re to blame.)

But if you would be my dinner,

it would be so awfully nice.

As a meal you’d be a winner.

You won’t have to ask me twice.

I will open wide for you, dear.

I will savor every bite.

It’s a lovely thing you do, dear.

Thanks for dropping in. G’night!

Taking the Pledge

admin — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 15:33:42 +0000

Every day, we pledge the flag.

I say the words real loud.

I stand up straight and tall because

it makes me feel so proud.

My daddy is a soldier, and

the flag makes him proud, too.

He fights for what it stands for.

It stands for me and you.

All in the Family

admin — Wed, 18 May 2011 18:11:03 +0000

I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene,

the eyes of Grandpa Fred,

the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and

the chin of Cousin Ted,

the hair of Grandma Applegate,

the Okelberry ear…

And if they ever take them back,

my head will disappear!

The Happy Tree

admin — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 17:32:47 +0000

I’m swinging on the happy tree,

in love with everything I see.

White, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky

reach out for me as I fly by.

With heav’n above and earth below,

I sail as high as I can go.

And I’m a plane, a bird, a kite…

a red balloon, the first starlight.

I chase the sun and catch it, then

I let it chase me back again.

It captures me, but I don’t care;

I’m always happy in the air.

I know my home is safe and sound,

just waiting for me on the ground.

And life is sweet as sweet can be,

flying high and floating free…

swinging on the happy tree.

Not Every Turkey Gobbles

admin — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 20:35:16 +0000

“Pardon me,” said Tom T. Urkee,

“but I’d like to say a word.

Let me make this clear, not murky.

I’m a man and not a bird.

Why must people be so jerky

when Thanksgiving rolls around?

They just look at me all smirky

and inquire ‘How much per pound?’

Sure, I know I’m kinda quirky;

I’ll admit that I’m a geek,

but I’m not THAT kind of turkey.

I’ve a nose and not a beak.

Henny-Penny, Turkey-Lurkey,

Cocky-Locky…beaks galore.

I’m a dork from Albuquerque.

I can’t take this any more!

Call me dweeb instead of turkey.

Call me doofus; call me drip.

Just don’t look at me all perky,

like you wanna take a nip.

I am not THAT kind of turkey.

I’m a GUY, so shut your lip!”

Ode Owed to a Tree

admin — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 17:03:36 +0000

When life is getting hard for me,

I climb up in my favorite tree

and look down on the world below

where grass is green and flowers grow.

I start to feel good sitting there,

secure within my branchy chair.

Up high, the things that made me frown

look way too small to bring me down.

The sky’s more blue; the sun’s more bright,

and all my dark clouds turn out white

when I climb up my favorite tree.

Oh, what a friend he is to me!

Grandpa’s A Really Good Guy, Oh My!

admin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:19:24 +0000

Grandpa’s a really good guy.

He knows how to make a kid fly.

He fills up his jeanses

with bright jelly beanses

and blasts our blood sugar sky-high.

~ the end ~

but not the end

Christmas Bliss

admin — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:31:23 +0000

Christmas Bliss

We’re picking out a Christmas tree.

Oh boy, I just can’t wait!

December 25th is near––

It’s time to celebrate.

The family piles into our car

and finds the biggest lot.

“Let’s get the best,” my mother says,

“the very best they’ve got!”

But this one’s crooked, that one’s short,

and those are almost dead.

The rest have broken branches, holes,

or something worse instead.

Five hours pass and still no tree;

my dad’s about to break.

“You want the perfect tree?” he growls.

“Then let’s go buy a fake!”