A Foray into Children’s Poetry

I’ve always been interested in writing children’s poetry, but never became truly invested in it, with the knowledge that there is very rarely a market for these kinds of pieces. However, I thought I’d dip my toe in the water of rhyme schemes and talking animals, and it turns out I had the time of my life. Who knows, I might take a dip. A few lengths maybe?

So here’s my debut into children’s poetry: Myrtle the Turtle.

Myrtle the Turtle was sluggish and slow,

The animals laughed at her – “look at her go!”

They’d speed off ahead of her laughing aloud,

While she’d stumble behind them left out of the crowd.

 

There was Rachel the Rabbit and Haymitch the Hare,

They both moved so fast, it just wasn’t fair!

Even the sheep and the cows and pigs too,

They laughed and they laughed when poor Myrtle crawled through.

 

Myrtle the Turtle had searched all around,

For a forest or farm or a city or town

That she could call home and be with a friend,

But it seemed that her search wouldn’t come to an end.

 

She first tried the forest all darkened with trees,

And came across deer with knobbly knees.

They stumbled and staggered and Myrtle cried out,

“Will you be my friends?” Poor Myrtle did shout.

 

Almost as soon as the words left her lips,

Came the parents with grace, with runs and with skips.

They all move so fast! She thought with a sigh,

She just felt so lonely, she started to cry.

 

She turned to the city with buildings and roads,

And saw all the foxes and mice and the toads.

They sniffed and they scurried and Myrtle cried out,

“Will you be my friends?” Poor Myrtle did shout.

 

But then came the rain, and all of them fled,

Except for the toads who hopped on ahead.

They all move so fast, she thought with a sigh,

She just felt so lonely, she started to cry.

 

She next tried the fields which stretched out for miles,

And saw all the moles pushing dirt into piles.

They burrowed and dug and Myrtle cried out

“Will you be my friends?” Poor Myrtle did shout.

 

At the sound her whooping they all gave a start,

Down below ground did each of them dart.

They all hide so fast, she thought with a sigh,

She just felt so lonely, she started to cry.

 

At the sight of her tears a seagull flew near,

“Whatever’s the matter my poor little dear?”

“I haven’t a friend in the world” she replied,

“I just can’t keep up, I’ve tried and I’ve tried.”

 

The seagull came down and offered his wing,

“You’re so far from home, you poor little thing!

The beach is nearby if you only could see,

What you need is the water, not a field or a tree!”

 

So she crawled and she crawled for days after days,

And came to the beach with its sand and its waves.

A tentative step was all that it took,

“I’m swimming, I’m swimming, oh everyone look!”

 

Out came the fish and the crabs and the eels,

Myrtle got cheers and applause from the seals,

She splashed and she spun and Myrtle cried out

“I could swim all along!” Merry Myrtle did shout

 

Her search at an end, all hopelessness gone,

Myrtle swam off with grace like a swan.

She was faster than all, not one could deny,

Tears of happiness good Myrtle did cry.

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