Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Barberry’s House

Barberry, Barberry, where can you be?
Barberry, Barberry, hiding from me.
Not under the bed, my closet is bare,
I’ve looked in the front yard and you’re not there,
Downstairs and upstairs – I’ve looked everywhere!

Oh Dear, what’s that noise on the porch in that box?
Maybe a chipmunk, a bear or a fox
Decided to make it their home. Suppose
I took a peek and it nipped off my nose,
Or jumped out at me and got mud on my clothes!

Ho Ho! Did I hear a wee laugh in there?
Now I am sure that it isn’t a bear.
I lift up the cover, and what do I see?
Barberry, Barberry laughing at me!
Asking her mother to drop in for tea!

Barberry, it’s a nice house, I’ll admit,
But two of us simply could not get in it.
It’s cozy and comfy and just right for you,
But if I got inside do you know what I’d do?
I’d break you wonderful house right in two!

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. Photographer. Capturing My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my new blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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