Poems


Unity
By Cleo V. Swarat

I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.

And when at last their work was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!

And each agreed she would have failed
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher, the home!






One Hundred Years From Now
(excerpt from "Within My Power" by Forest Witcraft)

One hundred years from now it will not matter
what kind of car I drove, what kind of house I lived in,
how much money was in my bank account,

nor what my clothes looked like.
But the world may be a better place because
I was important in the life of a child.


Lemonade Game

Lemonade Glass Clip Art
Lemonade,
Cruncy ice,
Mix it once,
Mix it twice.
Turn around,
Touch the ground,
FREEZE!




Make new friends but keep the old,
one is silver, the other gold.
A circle is round, it has no end.
That's how long, I'll be your friend.


 

Friends are Like Math
They multiply your joy
And divide your sorrow.


They subtract the past
And add to tomorrow.


They calculate the need
Deep in your heart,


And are always greater
Then the sum of their parts!


Crumpled Heart
Before you speak,
Think and be smart.
It's hard to fix
A crumpled heart.