Posted in Christianity, Just For Children, Love, Poems


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Mamma and Pappa Rose, a-searching they did go
Through the bales of hay, and through the mounds of snow
Through the valleys deep, and up the mountainside
And all because little Rosebud, was playing seek and hide

One bleat, two, three bleats, four
This is the longest time, and then no bleats more
Wherever could she be, this little lamb of ours
We need to find her quickly, before the cold, cold showers

Behind the rickety barn, behind the old oak tree
They looked and looked; but still they couldn’t see
All was white, so white, ’twas winter time you know
And everything, including them, was hidden in whitest snow

I think, said Pappa Rose, ’tis time to separate
And call for our dear farmyard friends to keep watch at the gate
I’ll go this way, and you, Mamma, go that
Here, dearest Mamma Rose, here, put on my woolly hat

So gathering all their strength, and shaking themselves out
Their winter coats suddenly popped open with one big shout
Now we can go look for our little Rosebud, dear
And all the farmyard animals, stopped by with a mighty cheer

They couldn’t join in the search because Farmer Thorn said ‘Moo’
’Cause each and every one of them had chores that they must do
To keep the farm a-working and supply the neighbours’ needs
Through this cold, cold winter, where none could plant food seeds

But Mamma and Pappa Rose were sent off with a journey’s bag
And each had within their bag, sandwiches, milk, fruit, and their name tag
So just in case, in those blustery winds, they sadly too, became lost
The Shepherd, when he found them, would know them at all cost

Hours passed by, and no more bleats were heard upon the hill
But Mamma and Pappa Rose didn’t give up, and looked for her still
The day started getting darker, the moon began to shine
Then suddenly, a little bleat, pappa heard a little bleat, so fine

Mamma, mamma, she’s over here, Rosebud’s over here
And through the valley grapevine, the farmyard animals rang out another cheer
But when they finally came close by her side on this snowy night
Expecting to find her shaking, she was safe in the Shepherd’s light

For he knew where she was right from the very start
For he’d secretly followed her, he loved her bleating heart
And he knew she might go a-wandering a little too far one day
Alone on her own, she’d start bleating, knowing she’d lost her way

But he’d been there protecting her, keeping watch with his rod and staff
And he’d shown her worried pappa where to find her, turn his grief into a laugh
So when Rosebud was once again, back home, and warm amongst the fold
She promised she’d never wander again, well, not until she was at least ten years old

So what’s the moral of this story, it’s this dear children, listen
Stay close by your mamma and pappa, they love you, you make their hearts glisten
Don’t see the distant sights as something you need, you have to conquer
There’s plenty of time in the Shepherd’s care, when you’re older, for you to wander

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Just For Children, Poems


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Chocco, brother kitten

Iced Cream, sister kitten

Brother and sister kittens

Together or alone

Their tales, they do roam

Kitten friends sharing chocolate sundaes


Round the village square they go

And Chocco take the lead

Iced Cream has wandered off again

And is nowhere to be seen


Is she in the bakery

Where the air smells so very sweet?

Or is she in the shoe shop

Buying mittens for her feet?

Maybe in the dress shop

Where her favourite ribbons are!

No … at last Chocco’s found her

Around the corner and up the stairs

Sitting pretty in Mr Whiskers’ milk bar


Why can’t they both just stay still

And on no more adventures go

For their owner just wants to place them together

And enjoy a chocolate swirl


© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

chocolate swirl

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Posted in Just For Children, Photography, Poems

Louis Whiskers McBear (A Children’s Poem)

Louie Louie Louie BearLouie Louie Mackie Bear
Ran round and round the kitchen chair
Chased his whiskers for a dare
Louie Louie Mackie Bear

Couldn’t find his whiskers there
He’d searched here, there, everywhere
Oh! You’re so funny Louie Bear
Look in the mirror … just stop and stare

And there they were, a perfect pair
Of whiskers grey and groomed with care
There they were, all tickly and bare
For Louie is grey … grey is all he will wear

Yes, Louie Louie Mackie Bear
After running round and round the chair
Caught his whiskers and won the dare
Louie Louie Mackie Bear

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Just For Children, Poems

The Mixed-Up Toys (A Children’s Poem)

Cute Elephant

Kanga the elephant goes hip-hop
No! Kanga the elephant goes jump–bop
Kanga the elephant goes hip-hop
All the way to the zoo

Elley the kangaroo goes trump-pet
No! Elley the kangaroo goes crump-pet
Elley the kangaroo goes trump-pet
All the way to the zoo

Cute Orange Cat

Woofy the cat goes woof-woof
No! Woofy the cat goes goof-goof
Woofy the cat goes woof-woof
All the way to the zoo

Red Collar Dog

Kitty the dog goes meow-meow
No! Kitty the dog goes wow-wow
Kitty the dog goes meow-meow
All the way to the zoo


Daisy the horse goes moo-moo
No! Daisy the horse goes twit-to-woo
Daisy the horse goes moo-moo
All the way to the zoo

Cow with Black Spots

Neddy the cow goes neigh-neigh
No! Neddy the cow goes hey-hey
Neddy the cow goes neigh-neigh
All the way to the zoo

So what are they all going to do-do?
They’re all on the way to the zoo-zoo
What are they all going to do-do?
Let’s all go and have a look too!

Well there’s Kanga and Elley and Woofy
And Kitty and Daisy and Neddy
And don’t forget you-who?
Yes we’ve finally arrived at the zoo

Kanga and Elley are talking
Woofy and Kitty too
Daisy and Neddy are nodding
Something has gone askew

Now what could that be I wonder?
Elephants don’t hip-hop
Kangaroos don’t trump-pet
Cats don’t woof-woof
And dogs don’t meow
Do cows neigh
And horses moo?
I bet you are beginning to wonder that too!

Knock – knock – knock – knock – knock —- tap – tap

Wake up
Wake up
A voice calls out
It’s time to wake up
And get out of bed

But first move these toys
Out of the way
There’s Kanga the Kangaroo
And Elley the elephant
Woofy the dog
And Kitty the cat
Daisy the cow
And Neddy the horse

Oh! It’s all been a dream
You silently smile
What else could it have been
For real — Of course!

Child Sleeping

© 2012 Liana Wendy Howarth

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(in  my e-book “Fragrance from the Spring”)


Posted in Just For Children, Poems

Daisy Moo Alias Moo Moo Pepperpots (A Children’s Poem)

Cow Head

Well hello there Miss Daisy Moo
And how are you today?
I hear you’ve been feeling somewhat blue
At least that’s what your dear friends say!

Moo Moo Pepperpots
You must surely be mistaken
For I’m as fine as fine can be
From the moment that I awaken

Moo Moo Pepperpots!!
You really must explain
What is Pepperpots, Miss Daisy Moo
And why do you look like you’re in pain

Too much pepper on last night’s dinner
The pepper’s ajingle-jangling around
Had hay and stubble and sweet clover honey
Feeling fine; but my neigh’s a weird sound

Cow with Wheat in its Mouth

So off she trotted and I followed her
To the meadow, where she lay down
Picked every so pretty daisy flower
(And Daisy Moo in sweet daisy chains)
Rolled around till she wore a smile not a frown

Cow Behind a Fence

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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Posted in Just For Children, Poems

Pecan And Pie Go Flying (A Children’s Poem)

Bunnies Under Umbrella

Up in the sky
Oh! So high
Two little bunnies
Pecan and Pie
My oh! My
Look at them go
Whizzing by
At the aeroplane show
In the shiny red plane

Red Airplane

They did fly
We don’t know why
The crowd started to sigh

Grandparents and Grandchildren

As Pecan and Pie
Rolled around with the flow
Through clouds here and nigh
Then the whistle did blow
‘Cause they were in the wrong lane
Up in the sky
Oh! so high
And Pecan and Pie
Two little bunnies
My oh! My
They’re flying too low
And suddenly crashed
Into a piggy sty

Pig in the Mud

The farmer then chased them
Pecan and Pie
The farmer chased them
With his hoe

Farmer Boy

Poor, poor Pecan and Pie
All they wanted to do
Was fly, fly, fly

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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Posted in Just For Children, Poems

Jammy Drop and Belly Flop (A Children’s Poem About Two Little Bears Who Went Fishing)

Bears Floating
Jammy Drop and Belly Flop
Went fishing out to sea
Wanted fish for dinner
So they sailed out happily

Out and out past great big waves
Their boat, it did surrender
To ocean rolls and stormy clouds
And soon the swell felt like a blender

Up and down and down and up
Poor Jammy Drop turned greener
This wasn’t meant to happen
All they wanted, was fish for dinner

Suddenly the seas grew worse
And Belly Flop yelled through the gusty wind
I know what to do, what to do
I’ll jump overboard and then the sea will be pinned

So out he jumped, the waves rose high
A huge belly flop into the wild, wild ocean
Jammy Drop threw the lifeboat in
And at last the ocean ceased its motion

… Oh! and look …
Fish have been splattered high and low
Jumped right into the boat
It looks like the fish caught them instead
And there they go … Row … Row … Row
They’re off to cook their dinner

Two Cuddly Bears

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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Posted in Just For Children, Poems

Little Billy Beetle and the Lost Spots – A Children’s Poem

Ladybug without Spots

Little Billy Beetle
Called all his friends to play
Please help me find my spots
They can’t be far
They’re hidden in yonder hay

Barn with Hay

He’d lost them
Whilst helping Farmer Bobby Brown
Bring all the horses in
For it was raining heavily
And they all needed a warm, dry gown

In came the last
Prancing wildly and tossed
Little Billy Beetle high
For he’d been riding on its mane
And now his spots were lost


They had disappeared
Landing in amongst the bales
And then the horses
Started chewing
And suddenly they all heard wails


Wails of laughter, wails of tears
And Billy looked confused
For the horses, they had sneezed
The spots had blown out
And onto the beetle they were once again fused!

Cute Ladybug

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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Posted in Just For Children, Poems

What’s in the Box? (A Children’s Poem)

Cute Snail

Caterpillar Joe and Snail-To-Go
Crept up the old wooden box
Strange sounds were coming from deep within
And something had tampered with the old-fashioned locks

Long Green Caterpillar

Shush shush … shushed Joe
For Snail-To-Go was singing oh! so loudly
“We’re off to see who’s ahide-hide-hiding”
As his brave voice puffed up proudly

Up they went, Joe reached the top
‘Cause his little legs did carry …
Carry him so much faster than slimy snail
And suddenly out popped Larry

Oh deary me! he nearly lost his hold
For each little slippery foot did slip
But thankfully, snail’s shell broke his fall
And Larry Hopper took his arms in his grip

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth


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