Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Happy Days

Every day my Daddy goes
Off to work at seven,
Except on week-ends then he stays
Home with me–it’s heaven!
I wake him in the morning with
A pillow fight and I
Tickle him and laugh with him,
The hours go flying by.
Sometimes we go fishing,
Or to the beach together,
Or we make model airplanes
If it’s rainy weather.
It seems the week-ends go so fast,
And suddenly it’s Monday,
And then I’ve got a week to wait
‘Til Saturday and Sunday!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

My Airplane

Fly away airplane,
High in the sky.
Say hello to the birds
As you go by.
Fly through the rain,
Pass by the sun,
Roll on a cloud,
Have lots of fun!
Then when night comes,
Go touch a star,
Let the man on the moon
See how fast you are.
But I ask you this:
After your spree,
Please come flying
Home to me!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

One Summer Morning

One summer morning bright and early,
While the grass was shining wet and pearly,
I went behind the Hollyhock rows,
And I saw a fairy washing her clothes
Washing her clothes in the soft, wet dew,
Rubbing them gently, rinsing them, too.
She hung them up on the grasses high,
And she sat there waiting for them to dry.
Out of her pocket she took a wee burr,
As I stood in the Hollyhocks watching her,
She brushed her beautiful gossamer hair,
Brushed it out in the the sunshine there.
And then she tiptoed to a wee rose
And took a petal and blew her nose!
She took a toothbrush, of pine needles green,
And brushed her teeth! The I saw her lean
Over a yellow Buttercup
And wash her face. Then she flew up
And pulled a floweret from the Phlox
And made her a dress by the Hollyhocks.
She picked up her clothes and flew away,
But where she went I cannot say!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Magic

Once there was a little worm,
Slippery, wiggley, how he’d squirm.
Then he spun a wee balloon,
Some folks called it a cocoon.
Stayed there quite awhile and then
Wiggled to get out again.
Magic! Magic! The surprises it brings!
This little worm had gotten wings!
A beautiful sight as he flew up high,
This worm was now a butterfly.
Though once he was ugly, and wiggley and wee,
Now he was something most lovely to see!
Ugliness never should make us forlorn,
For out of it beauty often is born.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Time For A Change

Old Mr. Winter,
Don’t you stay so late.
We’re so anxious for Miss Spring
We can hardly wait.

We’re looking for the crocuses,
The first fat robin, too,
But they’re afraid to come around
Just because of you.

Old Mr. Winter,
We’ve enjoyed you, but say!
Don’t you think it’s just about
Time you went away?

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Seashore

When I went down to the seashore,
I thought it was such fun!
I love to hear the ocean roar
Like it’s mad at everyone.
I love to the feel the sand ooze through
My toes, each step I take.
The ocean in a gulp or two
Will swallow forts I make.
I hunt for pretty shells the tide
Washes up on land.
I never know just what might hide
Underneath the sand.
But the ocean just will not behave,
Whenever I am in it!
I’m pushed one way by a foamy wave,
And in another minute,
Another big wave rushes by
And pulls me back again.
And since I’m only just so high,
It’s hard to stand up then.
Those waves don’t know which way to go!
But mother calls it undertow.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Mrs. Hen Went Calling

Mrs. Hen went calling
On her friend Mrs. Cow,
She said to her chickens,
“Now I might allow
You to go, too
If you do as I do.

“Walk sedately
With your feathers just so,
Don’t scratch around,
Or we just won’t go.”
They promised to be good
As all chickens should.

They started out fine.
But before very long
They began to scratch,
Though they knew it was wrong.
And they didn’t worry,
Though mother said, “Hurry!”

So she just left them scratching
Right there in the lane,
And went back home.
But she made it plain,
When she next went to call,
They’d stay home, one and all!

~Dana B. Nelson