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Stories & Poems by Cindi Walton
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Bedtime
Read more...It was an hour before bedtime and all through my room My toys were all scattered and sensing their doom To the toy box they went and the blocks to their bin One broken mermaid who was missing her fin The books on the shelf and dolls in their crib One minus her shoe, the other her bib Puzzle pieces picked up and returned to their box My ducks in a row as I looked at the clock Five minutes to spare,” now what should I do?” No time for crafts or gluing with glue My door flew wide open and Papa walked in Smiling and winking he said with a grin “Five minutes to spare come give me a hug!” And he squeezed me real tight and we fell to the rug He tickled, I laughed and we giggled so...
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The Crayon Box
Read more...In the morning when the sun came out The crayon box would loudly shout Time to rise and greet the day Soon the kids will want to play Green and yellow, pink and blue Wonder what they’ll do with you Black and orange, and apple red It’s time to leave your comfy bed Color mountains or skies so blue Crayons have a job to do Stand up tall, because here they come Time to color…Oh what fun
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Old Papa Saves the Balls
Read more...Old Papa goes golfing almost every day He gets in his cart and heads on his way He takes out a ball that’s shiny and round And places it gently on a tee in the ground Taking his club from the back of his bag He plants his feet firmly with a zig and a zag Swinging his club and following through The ball is now soaring and knows what to do… It lands on the greens and not in the pond, Where many balls land, Of which they’re not fond A ball that is lost is so lonely and sad Old Papa will find them and soon they’ll be glad. Each night after supper when Old Papa’s ate, He heads to the pond before it gets late He tromps in the...
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The Art of Being Three
Read more...I like being me and I like being three Not two, not four, just me being me I really like dirt and any dirt will do Dirt on me dirt on them and even dirt on you I like Popsicle sticks and Popsicles too Purple on grapes and blueberries blue. I eat with my fingers and drum with my spoon And dream of the cow that jumps over the moon Why is the way my sentence begins “Do monkeys eat donuts, do mermaids have fins?' “Why must I nap? I'm really too old!” “Why do you say, "Do as you're told." “Why can't I run out into the street? Haven’t you noticed I'm wearing two feet? “Do dragons breathe fire, do skunks really smell? “If you haven't held one, how...