When my little daughter was only nine months old
I thought she was the smartest child and just as good as gold
I just could not imagine what my life would be like
If God had never blessed me with this darling little tyke
She was even good in church which for babies if so rare
I would set a blanket on the floor and let her play down there
And she would play so quietly with all her baby things
And I would think my angel child was good enough for wings
One time I heard a noise in church that really made me bristle
Somebodies naughty little child had just begun to whistle
Not a little soft one but a whistle that was shrill
I wondered why that mother didn't make her child be still
Then some people on my bench looked at one another
Then they looked at me and frowned, because I was whistlers mother.
by Merrila Kowacich copyright 1999
Monday, October 12, 2009
Bubbles
One day when I was in fourth grade and sitting at my desk
Rosalyn walked up to teacher and gave her this request
The note was from her mother in Rosalyn's behalf
The teacher read it over and didn't even laugh
It said "Dear Mrs. Johnson, Rosalyn is having troubles,
she's decided that she hates her name
and wants to be called "Bubbles."
The teacher said "Please listen class,
may I have your attention?
I have a note from Rosalyn's mom
And she wants me to mention
That from now on our Rosalyn would like to be called "Bubbles."
And I expect that none of you will give her any troubles."
So from that very moment on when Rosalyn came to play
We had to call her "Bubbles" until one sunny day
Rosalyn walked up to teacher and gave her this request
The note was from her mother saying "Bubbles" now thinks it's best
that we call her by her given name so would the class now please
Call my daughter Rosalyn and put her mind at ease.
by Merrila Kowacich copyright 2001
Rosalyn walked up to teacher and gave her this request
The note was from her mother in Rosalyn's behalf
The teacher read it over and didn't even laugh
It said "Dear Mrs. Johnson, Rosalyn is having troubles,
she's decided that she hates her name
and wants to be called "Bubbles."
The teacher said "Please listen class,
may I have your attention?
I have a note from Rosalyn's mom
And she wants me to mention
That from now on our Rosalyn would like to be called "Bubbles."
And I expect that none of you will give her any troubles."
So from that very moment on when Rosalyn came to play
We had to call her "Bubbles" until one sunny day
Rosalyn walked up to teacher and gave her this request
The note was from her mother saying "Bubbles" now thinks it's best
that we call her by her given name so would the class now please
Call my daughter Rosalyn and put her mind at ease.
by Merrila Kowacich copyright 2001
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Tree House
I grew up in Mesa Arizona on a street called Marilyn Ave. it was about 3 blocks long. At one point we had 50 kids under the age of 12, all LDS living on that street. Best Neighborhood in the world.
There was an empty lot behind the house that was directly across the street from us and one year all the kids got together and built some tree houses (if you can call them that) I have a picture of the monstrosity that I will post as soon as I figure out how to do it. This is a poem I wrote about that experience.
We had a plan my friends and me to build a house up in a tree
Then once we had it built just right, we'd have a "China Berry" fight
We went around the neighborhood and gathered nails and scraps of wood
We spread the word down our short street that all the neighbor kids should meet
At Jerry's house. So bring your stuff we'll check to see if there's enough
Saws, hammers, boards and nails, wear your tool belt, bring your pails
There's work enough for everyone and while we're working we'll have fun!
So off we went my friends and me to build a house up in a tree
We knew what our first task would be
To build a ladder up the trunk so we could climb with all our junk
To that big limb up in the tree where the first room of our house would be.
When that was done we then began the second phase of our big plan
We built a floor on which to sit, of course not everyone would fit
We worked through summer, had tons of fun
Then one day declared our work was done.
Our tree house complete, we were proud as can be
We asked our parents to come over and see
And over they came with cameras and pride
They looked at our tree house and panicked inside
The tree house we thought was so terribly keen
Was the most dangerous place our parents had seen!
They picked up old boards with rusty nails
Covered an old well and put tools back in pails
They went home shaking their heads in dismay
And all of us kids commenced to play.
By Merrila Kowacich Copyright 2001
There was an empty lot behind the house that was directly across the street from us and one year all the kids got together and built some tree houses (if you can call them that) I have a picture of the monstrosity that I will post as soon as I figure out how to do it. This is a poem I wrote about that experience.
We had a plan my friends and me to build a house up in a tree
Then once we had it built just right, we'd have a "China Berry" fight
We went around the neighborhood and gathered nails and scraps of wood
We spread the word down our short street that all the neighbor kids should meet
At Jerry's house. So bring your stuff we'll check to see if there's enough
Saws, hammers, boards and nails, wear your tool belt, bring your pails
There's work enough for everyone and while we're working we'll have fun!
So off we went my friends and me to build a house up in a tree
We knew what our first task would be
To build a ladder up the trunk so we could climb with all our junk
To that big limb up in the tree where the first room of our house would be.
When that was done we then began the second phase of our big plan
We built a floor on which to sit, of course not everyone would fit
We worked through summer, had tons of fun
Then one day declared our work was done.
Our tree house complete, we were proud as can be
We asked our parents to come over and see
And over they came with cameras and pride
They looked at our tree house and panicked inside
The tree house we thought was so terribly keen
Was the most dangerous place our parents had seen!
They picked up old boards with rusty nails
Covered an old well and put tools back in pails
They went home shaking their heads in dismay
And all of us kids commenced to play.
By Merrila Kowacich Copyright 2001
Embelishments
This poem I wrote about an experience I had with my little four year old Pam and a whopper she told about chopping her own hair off. A few weeks ago her Zach (I call him whacky Zachy) chopped his hair the day before picture day at school. Like mother like son.
If you ever raise a four year old I think that you will find
That something very special seems to happen to their mind
Their young imaginations tend to get quite out of hand
And instead of telling you the truth, their stories will expand
One day my little four year old came up with quite a whopper
And as I listened to her tale I was powerless to stop her
I came into the living room and saw her in a chair
Scattered all around her was her pretty golden hair
I said to her "Oh Pamela, my dear what have you done?"
She looked at me with puppy eyes and said "I'm not the one,
who cut my hair, that mean old guy just left the house.
You know who cut my hair all up? It was a great-big-giant mouse!
He came in through the window and while I wasn't looking
He got the scissors and he chopped my hair while you were in the cooking!"
I said "Now Pammy, that's not true we're not supposed to lie
it was you who cut your hair all up can't you just tell me why?
"Oh no mommy, it's not me, it really was a mouse
he came in and he cut my hair and then he left the house."
Then suddenly I recalled, much to my dismay
That tomorrow, of all the times, is picture taking day.
I took the scissors in my hand and did the best I could
To fix the botched up hair do, it really looked quite good.
Now when I look back upon the photo that was taken
I see my short haired angel girl, of that there's no mistaken.
By Merrila Kowacich copyright 1997
If you ever raise a four year old I think that you will find
That something very special seems to happen to their mind
Their young imaginations tend to get quite out of hand
And instead of telling you the truth, their stories will expand
One day my little four year old came up with quite a whopper
And as I listened to her tale I was powerless to stop her
I came into the living room and saw her in a chair
Scattered all around her was her pretty golden hair
I said to her "Oh Pamela, my dear what have you done?"
She looked at me with puppy eyes and said "I'm not the one,
who cut my hair, that mean old guy just left the house.
You know who cut my hair all up? It was a great-big-giant mouse!
He came in through the window and while I wasn't looking
He got the scissors and he chopped my hair while you were in the cooking!"
I said "Now Pammy, that's not true we're not supposed to lie
it was you who cut your hair all up can't you just tell me why?
"Oh no mommy, it's not me, it really was a mouse
he came in and he cut my hair and then he left the house."
Then suddenly I recalled, much to my dismay
That tomorrow, of all the times, is picture taking day.
I took the scissors in my hand and did the best I could
To fix the botched up hair do, it really looked quite good.
Now when I look back upon the photo that was taken
I see my short haired angel girl, of that there's no mistaken.
By Merrila Kowacich copyright 1997
Shannon and the Monkeys
This is not part of my book series, it's just a little poem I wrote for Shannon about an experience she had as a little girl when her dad took her to see the monkeys in a cage by his bank in Hawaii.
When Shannon was a little girl
About two years in age
Her daddy took her to the bank
To see the monkey cage
I do not know just why a bank
Would keep a cage of monkeys
But there they were and I'll just bet
Their smell was rather funky!
Shannon and her dad
Lived in Hawaii where it's sunny
You won't believe what happened
At that bank, it sure was funny.
Little Shannon squealed with joy
As she watched the monkeys swing
Until one monkey stunned her
And did the rudest thing
He swung down from the bars up high
Swung down to Shannon's level
Reached through the bars and pulled her hair
And acted like the devil
She opened up her mouth to cry
And call that monkey "Dumb!"
But he reached his hand into her mouth
And stole her wad of gum!
Then scurried up the monkey cage
And chewed her gum just twice
Then spit it out upon the ground
It was NOT very nice
The moral of this story
Is clear to understand
If you want to watch the monkeys
Keep extra gum on hand.
By Merrila Kowacich copyright 2000
When Shannon was a little girl
About two years in age
Her daddy took her to the bank
To see the monkey cage
I do not know just why a bank
Would keep a cage of monkeys
But there they were and I'll just bet
Their smell was rather funky!
Shannon and her dad
Lived in Hawaii where it's sunny
You won't believe what happened
At that bank, it sure was funny.
Little Shannon squealed with joy
As she watched the monkeys swing
Until one monkey stunned her
And did the rudest thing
He swung down from the bars up high
Swung down to Shannon's level
Reached through the bars and pulled her hair
And acted like the devil
She opened up her mouth to cry
And call that monkey "Dumb!"
But he reached his hand into her mouth
And stole her wad of gum!
Then scurried up the monkey cage
And chewed her gum just twice
Then spit it out upon the ground
It was NOT very nice
The moral of this story
Is clear to understand
If you want to watch the monkeys
Keep extra gum on hand.
By Merrila Kowacich copyright 2000
Carlotta and the Barnyard Ballet
Each year in the spring there's a gala event
A Barnyard Ballet that is magnificent
The Barnyard Society sponsors the show
You must get there early to get the front row
Now, one year they sponsored Swan Lake Ballet
What a fiasco and oh, what a day
Disastrous things happened, nothing went right
The Sponsors got mad and started to fight
What caused this big headache? What started this mess?
I'll give you the scoop in ten minutes or less.
The swans had rehearsed, each on knew their part
The scenery we ready, a real work of art
The lighting was perfect, the music supreme
When all of a sudden they heard someone scream
It was Susie, the star of Swan Lake Ballet
She fell from the stage and was hurt in some way
What would they do without Susie the swan?
The star could not dance but the show must go on
The ballet director, Peter the pig
Was very upset, he was in trouble BIG
Now who would he get to dance the lead part?
With no time to spare the ballet must start.
When out on the stage, to Peter's dismay
Came Carlotta the cow, dancing ballet!
What had possessed her? What had she done?
A cow in the ballet? (This wouldn't be fun!)
Imagine Carlotta, dressed as a swan
A cute little tutu and high top sneakers on.
She got up on tip toe and twirled around and around
Did pirouettes without one little sound.
Could this be Carlotta the athletic cow?
When did she learn ballet? Well, she's doing it now!
With the next pirouette things began to go wrong
The orchestra started the Dying Swan song.
Carlotta's shoe string had just come undone
And here is where out story begins to get fun
She tripped on her shoe string stumbled around
Grabbed the stage curtain and pulled it right down
Then tried to get up and tripped once again
She rolled toward the orchestra pit and fell in
Musicians and instruments flew here and there
And Henry the conductor pulled out his hair.
He yelled at poor Peter "Get rid of that cow!
She's just got to go and I don't care how!"
But right then from the audience came
The sound of applause and Carlotta's name.
The crowd cheered "BRAVO CARLOTTA!" and laughed so hard
That Henry the conductor was caught quite off guard.
Carlotta regained her composure by now
She smiled at the audience then gave a bow.
Henry and Peter said "What do you know?
A star was just born and she's stolen the show!"
by Merrila Kowacich copyright 1990
A Barnyard Ballet that is magnificent
The Barnyard Society sponsors the show
You must get there early to get the front row
Now, one year they sponsored Swan Lake Ballet
What a fiasco and oh, what a day
Disastrous things happened, nothing went right
The Sponsors got mad and started to fight
What caused this big headache? What started this mess?
I'll give you the scoop in ten minutes or less.
The swans had rehearsed, each on knew their part
The scenery we ready, a real work of art
The lighting was perfect, the music supreme
When all of a sudden they heard someone scream
It was Susie, the star of Swan Lake Ballet
She fell from the stage and was hurt in some way
What would they do without Susie the swan?
The star could not dance but the show must go on
The ballet director, Peter the pig
Was very upset, he was in trouble BIG
Now who would he get to dance the lead part?
With no time to spare the ballet must start.
When out on the stage, to Peter's dismay
Came Carlotta the cow, dancing ballet!
What had possessed her? What had she done?
A cow in the ballet? (This wouldn't be fun!)
Imagine Carlotta, dressed as a swan
A cute little tutu and high top sneakers on.
She got up on tip toe and twirled around and around
Did pirouettes without one little sound.
Could this be Carlotta the athletic cow?
When did she learn ballet? Well, she's doing it now!
With the next pirouette things began to go wrong
The orchestra started the Dying Swan song.
Carlotta's shoe string had just come undone
And here is where out story begins to get fun
She tripped on her shoe string stumbled around
Grabbed the stage curtain and pulled it right down
Then tried to get up and tripped once again
She rolled toward the orchestra pit and fell in
Musicians and instruments flew here and there
And Henry the conductor pulled out his hair.
He yelled at poor Peter "Get rid of that cow!
She's just got to go and I don't care how!"
But right then from the audience came
The sound of applause and Carlotta's name.
The crowd cheered "BRAVO CARLOTTA!" and laughed so hard
That Henry the conductor was caught quite off guard.
Carlotta regained her composure by now
She smiled at the audience then gave a bow.
Henry and Peter said "What do you know?
A star was just born and she's stolen the show!"
by Merrila Kowacich copyright 1990
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Ewe Sweet Thing
Sharlessa the sheep was a sweet little lamb
She had a big crush on young Ronald the ram
He was big, strong and handsome, a wild, woolly thing
Love was in bloom as the cold turned to spring
Her thoughts became frazzled each time he walked by
She wanted to talk to him but she was too shy
She longed for attention each time he came near
She even tried tying big bows on each ear
Well, young Ronald was having some thoughts of his own
He already noticed how much she had grown
And was thinking "How can I win Sharlessa's gaze?"
He thought "I'll do something to earn the flocks praise.
If wolves were a problem I would come save the day
I would charge at them, butt them and scare them away."
But no wolves were there. No problem existed.
Then Ron had a thought, he could not resist it
An idea, wonderful, crazy and wild
Each time it occurred to him oh, how he smiled!
But, his plan needed help from Carlotta the cow
Ron needed a costume and he needed it now.
So late that night while the other sheep slept
Over to Carlotta's place he quietly crept
They worked all night on his clever disguise
And up on the hill there appeared at sunrise
A WOLF! A ferocious, mean looking beast
Not one sheep was fearless, not one in the least
It stood on that hill and it howled at the flock
Then snarling he crept behind a big rock
No sooner had it disappeared from their view
When out came young Ronald to save each sweet ewe
He bucked and he charged and soon none of the flock
Could see them, but heard wolf and ram hit that rock
The wolf then appeared and looked ready to flee
When something strange happened. Oh, how could it be?
He tripped on a tree root and rolled down the hill
He tossed and he tumbled, what a big spill
He stopped by Sharlessa, his head was a-spin
He opened his eyes, flashed a big sheepish grin
The sheep flocked around and said "Oh, this is fun!
A sheep in wolf's clothing, what a great pun!"
Sharlessa was silent, not one little hoot
"It's alright." She told him. "I thought you were cute!"
By Merrila Kowacich copyright 1990
She had a big crush on young Ronald the ram
He was big, strong and handsome, a wild, woolly thing
Love was in bloom as the cold turned to spring
Her thoughts became frazzled each time he walked by
She wanted to talk to him but she was too shy
She longed for attention each time he came near
She even tried tying big bows on each ear
Well, young Ronald was having some thoughts of his own
He already noticed how much she had grown
And was thinking "How can I win Sharlessa's gaze?"
He thought "I'll do something to earn the flocks praise.
If wolves were a problem I would come save the day
I would charge at them, butt them and scare them away."
But no wolves were there. No problem existed.
Then Ron had a thought, he could not resist it
An idea, wonderful, crazy and wild
Each time it occurred to him oh, how he smiled!
But, his plan needed help from Carlotta the cow
Ron needed a costume and he needed it now.
So late that night while the other sheep slept
Over to Carlotta's place he quietly crept
They worked all night on his clever disguise
And up on the hill there appeared at sunrise
A WOLF! A ferocious, mean looking beast
Not one sheep was fearless, not one in the least
It stood on that hill and it howled at the flock
Then snarling he crept behind a big rock
No sooner had it disappeared from their view
When out came young Ronald to save each sweet ewe
He bucked and he charged and soon none of the flock
Could see them, but heard wolf and ram hit that rock
The wolf then appeared and looked ready to flee
When something strange happened. Oh, how could it be?
He tripped on a tree root and rolled down the hill
He tossed and he tumbled, what a big spill
He stopped by Sharlessa, his head was a-spin
He opened his eyes, flashed a big sheepish grin
The sheep flocked around and said "Oh, this is fun!
A sheep in wolf's clothing, what a great pun!"
Sharlessa was silent, not one little hoot
"It's alright." She told him. "I thought you were cute!"
By Merrila Kowacich copyright 1990
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