Whispers Of The Children

I love writng for children. Here is my collection of poems and stories for them to enjoy and perhaps the child in all of us!

 


 

 

 

 

Halloween Hammie

There once was a hamster named Sandy.
Pretending in costume was just dandy
for he loved trick-or-treat and candy!

Sitting in his wheel deep in thought,
a brain-storming idea he did plot.
The perfect costume is what he sought.

Should he be a pirate dashing and suave?
A dazzling rock star dressed in mauve?

How about a kitty's squeak toy (yikes)?
Or a rodeo riding, macho cowboy (likes)!

Perhaps with a friend, a bride and groom?
Maybe a brave astronaut on the moon!

A witch, a pumpkin or a very spooky bat,
a baseball player or a debonair aristocrat?

Yawning, sleep overcame him it seemed.
Knowing just what to wear from his dream,
waking up the Halloween hammie beamed.

Excited, his nose and whiskers did twitch,
delighted he squeaked in a happy pitch.
His costume would be a sub-Sandy-wich!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
10/17/2009


 

 

 


My Magical Ship

With both my feet I push off earth.
Take off is a sweet skyward burst.

Momentum builds, wind blows my hair.
Sun kisses my face as higher I dare.

A magical ship to touch the sky.
Soon I'll pass birds flying by!

Reaching to clouds with pointed toes.
Guessing how high I really can go.

Mom calls, it's time to come in.
Slowly to earth I softly descend.

I have fun pretending whenever I swing.
Wonder what tomorrow's trip will bring?

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
05/18/2008

 

 

 

The Hamster's Secret

Settling down for bed I gazed at my hamster's home.
Sandy was asleep, tucked safely inside unable to roam.

I slept the whole night through but woke with a start.
Sandy's lid was pushed off and panic seized my heart!

Looking through every nook and cranny of my little room.
No hamster to be found, I worried was Sandy doomed?

Then I noticed I was missing my right soft plastic shoe.
I had left it beside my bed as a pair, shiny and new.

Were other things missing I wondered, asking myself?
Pencils and a sail from a large boat on the desk shelf.

Something drew me to the window, slowly I pulled up the shade.
Sandy, in the center of the pool, proud of the boat he had made!

The missing sail stuck firmly in the shoe I once wore.
Pencils I had written with now served as tiny oars.

Sandy waved and tipped the captain's hat upon his head.
He steered the shoe boat to help the sail and wind wed.

A swimming pool was his deep blue ocean, a tiny sailor brave.
Touching the snooze button, my ears from the alarm were saved.

What a crazy dream I thought as I dressed and put on each shoe.
The right one was feeling very wet and from it my foot I withdrew.

Picking it up, the small hole in the top flap made me blink.
In the hamster's house stood Sandy, giving me a quick wink!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
03/13/2008

 


 


 Hurray For Spring

Cold winter is gone for awhile.
Soft showers make flowers smile.

No more boots or cold noses.
Soon there will be red roses.

Big rain puddles to jump over.
Bunnies munch on fresh clover.

The sun appears on the scene.
Birds chirp, grass turns green.

Everything new this season brings.
We cheer hurrah-hurray for Spring!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
03/21/2008


 

 

Garden Mystery

When I was a child something wonderful did occur.
No one ever could explain what exactly did I hear.

Asking me to go weed around the garden flowers.
A boring task, Mom knew it would take me hours.

So I started weeding where the red roses grew.
Thinking of thousands of things I'd rather do.

Hearing several giggles, I looked all around.
But nothing in sight matched the tiny sound.

Back to weeding the garden, was that a sneeze?
It was so clear I jumped up off  both my knees!

Slowly I parted daisy bunches with my hand.
Among pansy clusters, petite flowers grand.

Two small dolls, golden curls and cherubic faces.
Porcelain beauties hiding in the garden oasis.

Carefully I picked them up and gave each a hug.
Not one sound from either, my heart felt a tug.

Mom believes I had been hearing things that day.
My imagination she said because I wanted to play.

I am a grown up now, the mystery still confounds.
Did they giggle and sneeze in order to be found?

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/07/2008

 

 

 

 

Bubble

Gently blowing through a ring,
crystal-clear globe takes wing.

Dancing on warm Spring breezes,
tiny shimmering orb that pleases.

Will it journey past the zoo
or beyond the great lake blue?

Across the meadow, over the creek
floating above the mountain peak.

Soon more friends join the flight,
sky full of bubbles, what a sight!

By Jacqueline Ann Piech
04/27/2010

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Meadow Myth
 
Is it a childhood wish or a summer morning dream?
Or just too tiny for the adult eye to have ever seen?
 
As bees gather pollen, on nectar a butterfly grazes.
The robin flies overhead, her sweet voice praises.
 
Meadow creatures stir as ethereal song fills the air.
Mice gathering seeds scamper up stalks and stare.
 
Gracefully balanced on a single spider's strand.
A wee tightrope walker among the flowers grand.
 
Her hair a lily covers, a dress of shimmering light.
Tiptoeing on the silver strand, a cherubic sight.
 
Pair of morning doves coo, her singing transcends.
Dragonflies hover as the meadow's beauty blends.
 
Then off she glides carried by two luminous wings.
Meadow myth which only a child's hope can bring.
 
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
05/26/2007
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

*Poems and more by Jacqueline Ann Piech*
All poems and stories belong to the author and are forbidden from being
reproduced and used for commercial purposes without the expressed written consent of the author.