Category Archives: children

Animal Poem

Do you like horses?
Of courses. Of courses.

Do you like cows?
And hows. And hows.

How about pigs?
We digs. We digs.

And sheep too?
We do. We do.

What about deer?
We cheer. We cheer.

And dogs and cats?
Do you have to ask?


(originally written on June 28, 2008)
For My Kids

all is right

covers are filled
with tired children
pillows hold heads
with dreams in flight
beds are carrying
their precious cargo
gently through
a peaceful night
set adrift
on sleep’s vast ocean
all are well
and all is right


Racing Time

When my 13-year-old son asked for a pencil and paper while we were on the road at Live Oak Plantation, I assumed he was going to draw something. He’s the artist in the family. He came back just a few moments later and handed me this poem. He said, “It just popped into my head.” All I could do was smile, because that’s how the silly poems I write happen with me as well. Silly poems just happen, or they don’t. You haven’t seen one here in a while because one hasn’t “popped” into my head.

So this one is not mine. This is what my son handed me.

Racing Time

Hours are going by me fast
Two minutes just passed
One second is in the back
No. Now he’s in the front of the pack
2:00 is the real cheater
He ties 3:00 to a the street meter
In the end 3:00 wants revenge
So he grabs a rope and chair
And ties 2:00 up to give him a scare
Then he knocks him on the ground
Laughing all around
And snickers as he walks away

JWTurner III
June 29, 2008
Abbeville, LA

my solemn spot

I found a spot
where the kids are not.
The time I’ve got
is not a lot.
But on this pot
a moment’s bought
to sit and jot
a passing thought
before I’m caught
before this spot
my solemn spot
is brought to not
by chance or plot
by a screaming horde
of tiny tots.


written entirely in the bathroom

Tired Of Thinkin’

Timothy Lincoln
was tired of thinkin’,
so he popped his head right off his neck.

And he laid it down
by his feet on the ground,
and his mouth said, “What the heck!?!”

His ears heard the chatter,
but it didn’t matter.
His body had already darted.

His feet began walkin’
as his mouth was still talkin’
and his eyes teared up as he departed.


captured in the moment using
on the way home from picking up my son

a scared child from ecuador

There was a small girl from Ecuador
Who had never been to the States before.
And she knew not a word
Of the language she heard
And her fear you just could not ignore

looking at our new house guest

Grapes, Grapes, They Are So Yummy

I made up this song a while back. I can’t even remember when. I just want to get it saved here in case it looses it’s flavor with the kids and I forget it. Right now, they still like it.

grapes, grapes
they are so yummy
like to put them
in my tummy
eat them fast
i love them so
pop ’em in my mouth
and down they go

can be sung in a round

Here’s how it’s sung. This is the only way I could get the sound right here in the post. Forgive the singing. 🙂 If you do it right, it gets louder and more raucous each time you sing it. It helps to yell out, “Come on everyone, sing along!”

[splashcast WKYQ8618UC]

Hide And Go Seek

1, 2, 3, 4
face pressed tight
against the door

5, 6, 7, 8
slowing down
but doing great

9, 10, 11, 15
missed a few
but i still preen

16, 19, 2o, come!
smiles with pride
and off she runs

reflecting on a moment spent
listening to my daughter count

breakfast laughter

woke from sleeping
youngest leading
morning greeting
coffee’s beeping
mouths need feeding
family seating
smiles are leaping
laughter seeping
joy in heaping
hands are sweeping
clock is creaping
times like these
are fast and fleeting


listening to the kids laugh at breakfast

8:10-8:16 am

donuts, donuts

donuts, donuts
love them so much
when i see them
donut bag i just go nuts

yummy, yummy
i’m no dummy
love to put them
in my tummy

joyful, joyful
stuff my face full
oh no! now my
tummy’s too full

on a paper bag while watching my kids eat donuts

[note: I owe the inpiration for this silly little poem to my six year old son. He said, way too loudly as i placed the donuts in front of him, “yummy, yummy, in my tummy!” The poem is a three part story of the joy and sorrow of donuts. ]