Land of Rhyme
Children's Picture Books--rhyming children's books
for sheer entertainment!
The Eyes of a Child
Through the eyes of a child the morning is new
Each day colored, a wondrous hue
Days are long and nights are too
Through the eyes of a child
The child takes a grown-up by the hand
The grown-up's world he can't understand
The grown-up's view is dimmed you see
By things that should or should not be
Undaunted by facts, the child persists
Giving the grown-up a well meant kiss
The grown-up's eyes spark once again
Off to the play ground, hand in hand
Inspired by Amanda
copyright 2007
Ray Turner
Give Your Kid A Hug
Give your kid a hug
Each and every day
Give your kid a hug
Reep that for which you pray
Give your kid a hug
Through rain and thick and thin
Give your kid a hug
Though "bad" they may have been
Give your kid a hug
If ever you're in doubt
Give your Kid a hug
It's what it's all about
You cannot spoil with love
Heed not what others say
Give your kid a hug
Reep that for which you pray
copyright 2014
Ray Turner
WHEN CHILDREN GROW UP
When children grow up they leave behind
Indelible impressions upon the mind
Impressions large, impressions small
Impressions we cherish most of all
They start so small and learn so fast
They bring the smiles that last and last
And through it all a line is strung
A line of Affinity where impressions are hung
Sometimes they grow through trying times
Times hectic, times unkind
Things are said and things are done
The parent works from sun to sun
The parent wakes at last to see
Children grown. How could this be?
But through it all--hope, regret
It's the happy impressions which are kept
For through it all, the joy and pain
The line of affinity remains unchanged
Children grow up it is true
The love they bring--all for you
Copyright Ray Turner 2009
Johnny
Johnny loved to ride his bike
He loved to fly his plane
He loved to make the puddle splash
While walking in the rain
He loved to watch the leaves blow by
When autumn days blew in
He loved to run and fly his kite
He loved to take a swim
He loved to watch the stars at night
While lying in the field
He loved to watch the snow flakes fly
When autumn days did yield
He loved his mom he loved his dad
And everyone he met
He loved his fish, his dog, his cat
O yes he loved his pets
He loved the smell of fresh cut grass
Of dinner on the stove
He loved to watch the trees go by
While driving country roads
He loved the smell of fresh salt air
And waves of thundering crash
He loved his favorite TV show
It always made him laugh
And as I write this poem I get
A thought I think you see
I somehow think I know this lad
O yes, he’s you and me
Copyright 2008 Ray Turner