bedtime for tiny tots

dusk arising


when time floats over like a breeze
and tickles those sensive furry hairs
on the backs of green leaves


   and.....
   the moon knows readyness for games to play
   out in that twirl of the wilderness wild
   when lush green forests have ended their day


now....
you and i may wander the path to otherworld
where the flowers sing sweet harmonies
to footsteps of good little boys and girls


   seeing....
   sweet fairys fly low on trails of starlight
   whilst caterpillers all sing the song
   of a special magic, just for tonight


as....
Millie-woo the wood nymph lands at your feet
to fly you throught her wonderland
lucky you, a rare and special treat  

 
    ooh....
    now up and away to cheers from below
    as her fluffy wings flutter
    who knows where we shall go


weee....
above all the woodmice waving up at you
squirrels on their branches chirp
and the cuckoo calls out cuck cuck-koo

.              are you ready
.                 hold tight
.                      because........

The trees want to play their games with you
swishing branches as you fly
a game enjoyed by oh so few
who come here in the night



they like to see your smiling face
and tickle you with their leaves
tickling you in that tickle-y place
tickling you under your sleeves



all that giggling and so much wriggling
Milie-woo flies you out of the woods
in her eye she sees something glistening
lets go see something so good



out in the meadow the snails form a ring
for two hedgehogs to dance the foxtrot
the bees are all singing, the blue bells are ringing
to the howl of the collie dog spot.



the clever moon now peeps an eye
above cotton wool clouds in the sky
for with the tinkling-tink of windy wind chimes
the dandelion has told us the time



all the dancing and singing dies down
as the squirrels now all start to yawn
For it's time now to wear a sleepy head crown
and be ready again for the dawn

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2021 10:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: something to read to tiny tots, originally posted here just last year, posted again whilst my muse is on holiday.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • The elder poet

    A very sweet poem. I enjoyed it very much.

  • Goldfinch60

    Each day is so special d a.

    Andy

    • dusk arising

      Yep, and we've lived a few. This sort of write is for the very young really though, where innocence of fantasy finds enthusiasm and young joy. A definite read for young ears. My two grand-daughters are into unicorns - so ripe for this kind of stuff.

    • L. B. Mek

      ' ooh....
      now up and away to cheers from below
      as her fluffy wings flutter
      who knows where we shall go

      weee....
      above all the woodmice waving up at you
      squirrels on their branches chirp
      and the cuckoo calls out cuck cuck-koo'
      I was ooh'ing' and weee'ing' along, gratefully
      what a fun poetic treat Dusk
      thank you!

      • dusk arising

        In my minds eye i visualise some of my friends here on mps reading some of the fantasy and amusing posts we see on mps to young children. Enthusiastically entering into the drama of the piece as they read aloud. Your comment that you were oooh-ing and wee-ing along gave me a mental picture of you doing just this for a young audience.
        Thank you LBM.



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