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REQUESTED POEMS
by Shelby M. Forrest


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To a Girl Named Adrianna

Adrianna now is nine years old,
And she is in Grade Three
This poem is for her yearbook
For other kids to see.

Pasta's one of her favorite foods;
She loves the color of red.
Sophie and Riley run 'round her room,
They ruffle up her bed.

And who might Sophie and Riley be?
Why, they are her two cats.
They act like they are big and brave,
(But they're afraid of rats)!
Adrianna does gymnastics with A team at the local gym.
In water she's like a mermaid,
'Cause she just loves to swim.

Sometimes it seems this little girl
Might be a wee bit shy.
But you can get her talking if
You smile and just say, "Hi".

She helps with chores around the house.
She loves to do good deeds.
She cares for other people, and
Is sensitive to their needs.

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Jake and his Buddy, Joey

Jake is a little ten year old,
And he has a cat named Eddie.
He doesn't like to go to school.
For that he's never ready.

He really should be ready, though.
In school he's got it made
Top student he could easily be
He makes the highest grades.

But Jake just likes to be outdoors
That's why his cheeks are ruddy.
He likes to run and romp and play
With Joey, his best ole buddy.

He's really good at basketball,
And baseball he likes, too.
But if he gets to play outdoors,
Most any sport will do.

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Poem for a Soon-to-be Teen

Darrell is an accomplished boy
For a lad who is only twelve.
There isn't much of anything where
His interest doesn't delve.

A computer game enthusiast,
A bit of a sportsman, too.
Football, baseball, and in track
There's the shot put that he threw.

One day he threw that shot put
Out so high and far
His mom had to go retrieve it
By driving the family car.

Not only in sports is Darrell involved,
He is also in the band.
He likes to play his saxophone,
But he has to use both hands.

Perhaps he should switch instruments
And try the sousaphone
Darrell could play that great big horn
With just one hand alone.

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From Reno to Her Teachers

From pre-school I am moving on
To a big old school this fall.
I should be happy, but I'm not.
I am not pleased at all.

It's not where I am going now,
But what I leave behind.
My teachers that I love so much
To me have been so kind.

There is Ms. Reba, Mister Greg,
Include Ms. Lori, too.
It's just the thought of leaving them
That makes me feel so blue.

And in my years of school ahead,
Wherever I may be,
I always will remember them.
Hope they remember me.

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A Poem for Tamara and Jacob

Tamara has reached the age of seven.
Her eyes are brown, hair, too.
Little Jacob's hair is all shaved off,
But his eyes are a sparkling blue.

Tamara likes to see wrestlers throw
Each other around the ring.
Such tactics to Little Tamara
Can much excitement bring.

Though Jacob now has shaved his head,
It once was blonde and curly.
But he's all boy and did not want
To look like any ole 'girly',

Jacob just loves his teachers, we're told
He cares for them very much
They must be very special to him,
'Cause they have that loving touch.

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A Poem for Brittany

Brittany is a little girl
At the young old age of seven
And when she is playing soccer,
She's in her "Seventh Heaven".

Smokey the cat doesn't wear a hat
Like Smokey Bear would wear.
Cause Smokey's Brittany's favorite cat,
And four other cats are there.

Ryan is just a little guy,
And he is Brittany's brother.
Brittany loves to help with Ryan
She's like a little mother.

This poem is special for Brittany.
It isn't saying much,
But for her poetry project
I hope it adds a touch.

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The Day Care Children's Baskets

The Daycare Children, from one to five,
Are making May baskets come alive.
Colorful baskets for Mom and Dad
Will make the parents feel so glad.

This thoughtful, loving little child,
Who sometimes acts so rough and wild
Has put his heart and soul into
This special effort just for you.

Parents should cherish these gifts with care
Baskets that children here prepare.
These gifts are worth much more than gold
They can't be bought, should ne'er be sold

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Little Missy, the Curve Ball Pitcher

Missy the Pitcher is nine years old
And a softball she can pitch.
She throws it mostly over the plate,
(But it sometimes rolls in the ditch)

She pitches the ball around the plate
In what she calls a curve,
And when the ball approaches them,
The batters tend to swerve.

Most of the batters she will set down.
Of that there is no doubt.
But 'uh oh', once they hit the ball
Right over the fence and out (of the park, that is)

Little Missy, at nine years old,
Is pretty good, and yet,
When she attains the age of ten,
Why, she'll be better yet!

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A Poem for Little Brittani

Beautiful dimples adorn the face
Of a Brownie with short brown hair
Over three brothers she rules the roost
To challenge her, they wouldn't dare.

Her name sounds like a province
Along the coast of France
And if you guess it's "Brittany",
You've guessed it right, by chance.

Our Brittani likes to read a lot,
Cause this little girl's no fool.
That's why she's a top notch student,
And makes good grades in school

Now seven is the number of years
That Brittani has seen,
But sometimes she just seems to think
She's going on thirteen!

She loves to dress up fancy-like
It's a pleasure to start her day
By having tea with a lady -
A lady called Grandma Kay.

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A Poem for Austin

Austin is a special boy,
And I will tell you why.
Cause Austin will be two years old
On the fourth day of July.

A firecracker he will be, of course,
And a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
But being only two years old,
With the girls he's not yet handy.

A fetching smile adorns his face
That would melt a heart of stone
And when he's older I will bet
Girls won't leave him alone.

But Austin, being less that two,
Is still a little boy,
And for many years to come
He'll bring his parents joy.

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Nurture These Gifts From God

Little whirlwinds of activity
Bounding across the floor
Curious and independent,
Babies they are no more.

The first milestone of life attained
At the ripe old age of one,
Little do they now realize
That life has just begun.

With unrestricted energy
From place to place they flit
And only for fleeting moments
Will they take time to sit.

Trust and faith are beaming from
Each innocent little face
The scars of life's realities
Have not yet left their trace.

Your attention is sorely solicited
It is always in demand
And gestures of love these little folk
Do thoroughly understand.

So smother them with love and care
And keep their faith intact
Then on these budding lives you'll find
You've made a great impact.

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A Poem for Craig, the Pokemon Kid


Some kids are hooked on sports, and such,
While others are 'hooked on phonics'
But Craig is hooked on something else-
He's hooked on 'Pokemon-ics'.

Craig, age seven, and his best friend Evan
Collect all kinds of stuff.
And when it comes to pokemon,
They can't collect enough.

Gina, Craig's Shepherd/Husky dog,
Must watch out where she goes,
To keep her paws off Pokemon cards.
She might get a Pok e mon nose.

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A Baby is a Special Thing


A baby might be looked upon
As a cuddly, lovable toy,
A little package of innocence,
A tiny bundle of joy.

A special aura appears to surround
A baby from above,
And a tiny smile from a tiny mouth
Triggers a chord of love.

If time could pause, the baby would look
Each day as the day before
But he will grow into adulthood
And a baby will be no more.

So cherish that time which is special
When the baby is cuddly and warm
And you want to hold and love it
Protecting it always from harm.

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A Poem for a Girl Scout Troop


Thirty six girls in this troop of Scouts
Can make a lot of noise
(Almost, but not as much, of course,
As a group of rowdy boys.)

Twenty-one girls to the Juniors belong
Eight to Cadettes, to Brownies five
The little Daisies now have but two,
But they are very much alive!

Wiggling and giggling they scamper about
Like a bunch of frisky squirrels
But horses they ride, eat gorp and skate
They are All-American girls.

At night around a campfire they sit
Where they love to sing-along.
"On my Honor" and "Loud Mouth Leader"
Are two of their favorite songs.

Amidst the fun and frolicking
Through all their peals of laughter
Another side, too, scouts are taught
More lofty goals they're after.

Kathy and Penny, Beth and Lisa
And their other leader, Keye
Teach to the girls togetherness -
Promote camaraderie.

Character building, a faith in God,
A love for one another,
Care for strangers as they would care
For sisters or a brother.

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A Poem for Kevin


Kevin is a nice little guy,
Just seven years of age
Many hobbies he's involved in
Video games, though, is the rage.

He goes to all the football games
When his big brother is playing.
He'd like to play some day himself,
That's what he now is saying.

His grandpa and his grandma's house
He always likes to see,
It's one of his favorite places
Where he would like to be.

His grandparents probably spoil him
As grandparents always do,
But Kevin knows that he loves them,
And that they love him, too.


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"The Forrest of Poetry Trees"


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