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Here’s a hand to the boy who has courage
To do what he knows to be right;
When he falls in the way of temptation,
He has a hard battle to fight.
Who strives against self and his comrades
Will find a most powerful foe.
All honor to him if he conquers.
A cheer for the boy who says, “NO!”
There’s many a battle fought daily
The world knows nothing about;
There’s many a brave little soldier
Whose strength puts a legion to rout.
And he who fights sin singlehanded
Is more of a hero, I say,
Than he who leads soldiers to battle
And conquers by arms in the fray.
Be steadfast, my boy, when you’re tempted,
To do what you know to be right.
Stand firm by the colors of manhood,
And you will o’ercome in the fight.
“The right,” be your battle cry ever
In waging the warfare of life,
And God, who knows who are the heroes,
Will give you the strength for the strife.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= WHY GOD MADE LITTLE BOYS -- Author Unknown.
God made a world out of His dreams of magic mountains, oceans and streams, prairies and plains and wooded land,
then paused and thought, “I need someone to stand on top of the mountains, to conquer the seas, explore the plains
and climb the trees. Someone to start out small and grow sturdy and strong like a tree.” and so . . . He created boys,
full of spirit and fun, to explore and conquer, to romp and run, with dirty faces and banged up chins, with courteous
hearts and boyish grins. When He had completed the task He’d begun, He surely said, “That’s a job well done.”
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH -- Author Unknown.
A diamond in the rough, is a diamond sure enough,
For before it ever sparkles, it is made of diamond stuff!
Of course, someone must find it, or it never will be found,
And then, someone must grind it or it never will be ground!
And when it’s found and when it’s ground,
And when it’s burnished bright
That diamond’s everlastingly, just flashing out its light!
Oh, teacher, in the Sunday school, (or mom or dad at home)
Don’t say, “I’ve done enough!”
That worst boy in your class may be
A diamond in the rough
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Christopher Robin is Saying His Prayers.
~ By A. A. Milne
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little golden head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
God bless Mummy, I know that’s right.
Wasn’t it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold’s so cold, and the hot’s so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.
If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny’s dressing -- gown on the door,
It’s a beautiful blue, but it hasn’t a hood,
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.
Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I’m there at all.
Oh! Thank you, God,
For a lovely day,
And what was the other
I had to say?
I said “Bless Daddy,”
so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it,
God bless Me.
Little Boy kneels at the
foot of the bed,
Droops on the little
hands little gold head.
Whisper who dares!
is saying his prayers.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Little Boy Blue
By Eugene Field
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
“And don’t you make any noise!”
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue, --
Oh, the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!”
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= A Little Boy’s Pockets.
By LaVerne P. Larson
A little boy’s pockets -- what do they hold?
Dozens of treasures more precious than gold;
An old rusty knife with a very dull blade;
A piece of green glass looking like jade;
A key sadly bent that won’t fit any lock;
An intricate part of an old broken clock;
Marbles, some gum, a bit of string, too;
One bottle cap of a beautiful hue;
The foot of a rabbit, a little seashell;
Some bark of a tree, a tiny red bell;
A little lead soldier, some thick rubber bands;
A stamp and two coins from far distant lands;
Part of a map all tattered and torn;
A whistle of tin quite battered and worn;
A frog or a snake he has captured himself;
And six shiny pennies add to his wealth.
With all of these treasures, he’s rich as two kings;
A little boy’s pockets are marvelous things.
By George Cooper
Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside a rushy pool,
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
“We must be in time,” said they,
“First we study, then we play;
That is how we keep the rule,
When we froggies go to school.”
Master Bull-frog, brave and stern,
Called his classes in their turn,
Taught then how to nobly strive,
Also how to leap and dive;
Taught them how to dodge a blow,
From sticks that bad boys throw.
Twenty froggies grew up fast,
Bullfrogs they became at last;
Polished in a high degree,
As each froggie ought to be.
Now they sit on other logs,
Teaching other little frogs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quirky Sayings 4 Cards & Scrapbooks
Does anyone have a sympathy verse for a fisherman? My husband's uncle just died and was an avid fisherman. I wanted to put gone fishing on the outside and a related verse on the inside if I could find one. I have looked everywhere I could think of. Thanks for any help.
I received this poem this week from a girlfriend and had to rework it a bit so that my preschool Sunday School class could give this gift to their daddies for Father's Day! Note about poem: "I", in the personal sense, is written as their Sunday School teacher, but it can changed to the corporate "we", as in siblings shopping together. Use as needed.
a computer generated copy of the poem
1 pair of mens brown jersey work gloves per child (I saw some at a salvage store for 50 cents a pair here; sometimes you can purchase them in a bundle)
1 brown paper lunch bag per child
a piece of brown twine, abt. 8 inches long or so
appropriate tool stamps and dark brown or black dye ink pad
glue or paste, hole punch, & pinking sheers
Stamp tool images all over the front of the bag, then print out the following poem, cut it out with pinking sheers, and paste it to the front of the bag. Then place the gloves in the bag, fold the top over a couple of times, and punch two holes in the middle about an inch apart. Thread the jute through and tie into a bow. Dad's gift is finished!
I (We) went shopping store to store
For one gift that fits all,
Some were too tall, some too wide,
But many were just too small.
The mystery was solved when I (we) saw
The perfect gift for every male,
It’s just the right size for their dads (our dad/dads)
And it even was on sale!
It fits the hands that mow the grass
And takes the garbage out.
It fits when dads are (dad is) pumping gas
Or moving things about.
It fits for this and fits for that,
And on and on you see.
I’m (We're) sure you might have a chore or two,
Or maybe even three.
So free your hands of cuts and scrapes, dad,
On all the jobs you do.
As you slide each hand in a glove;
remember the love they (we) have for you.
Thanks so much for the Father's Day poem. Think I will use it along with the idea for the bag gift. I loved you "Before It's Too Late" poem also. Hope it motivates readers to do what the words of the poem say. Went to your gallery and just loved the baby hat and baby bid cards. Great job.
Sleep, baby, sleep. Your father tends the sheep. Your mother shakes the dreamland tree and from it falls sweet dreams for thee. Sleep baby sleep. Sleep baby sleep.
It's amazing how you could sleep anywhere.
I've been going through some old scrapbooks my grandmother left me chock full of poetry and thot I might share with you some poems I esp. liked. The tablecloth one would be great in the kitchen album I mentioned previously along with a photo of an antique lace tablecloth somebody might have stashed away.
By Ruth Owens.
It's just an old tablecloth,
Made of fragile lace,
To others it may look shabby,
To me, it holds a special place.
It graced our table,
On our wedding day,
And remember how it looked
On baby's first birthday.
Ah, it's growing old,
And more fragile each year,
But just to look at it,
Brings memories of good cheer.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= That Silver Haired Daddy of Mine
In a vine covered shack in the mountains,
Bravely fighting the battle of time;
Lives a dear one who's weathered life's sorrow,
It's that silver haired Daddy of mine.
If I could recall all the heartaches,
Dear old Daddy I've caused you to bear;
If I could erase those lines from your face,
And bring back the gold to your hair.
If God would but grant me the power
Just to turn back the pages of time;
I'd give all I own if I could but atone,
To that silver haired Daddy of mine.
Type this and attach to gift! My grandmother made these for my hubbin our first Christmas and they are still together. He thot it was such a cute gift that he couldn't bear to take them apart and we've been married 25 years and grandma has since graduated to heaven!
I've washed these in Woolite
So they didn't shrink.
Nor are they for Junior
If that's what you think.
I sewed them myself
They look very neat;
They're not to admire
But to wear on your feet.
So take off the buttons
Remove stitches with care;
You've gained two pairs of socks,
But you've lost your underwear.
Two Christmas Card Recitation Programs for Children!
A Greeting for You
By Merle Glasgow.
(A child carries a large greeting card. On the front are the words, "Merry Christmas," and on the inside is the word, "Welcome." The lettering should be large enough to be read by the audience.) Wouldn't this be cute at a Christmas stamping party?
(with card closed)
I brought you a greeting card.
It says, "Merry Christmas," you see.
Something else is written inside.
It will now be opened by me.
(opens card for audience to see)
The word written here is, "Welcome."
So you know it is really true
That we are glad indeed
To see each one of you.
The Christmas Card
(This was in a scrapbook of clippings, poetry, etc. my Grandmother left me. She was a Sunday School teacher for many years.)
1st child = (carrying easel and flannelgraph which she sets up)
We're going to build a Christmas card,
So every one may know
About the first blest Christmas Eve
In Bethlehem, long ago.
2nd child = (placing dark flannel on board)
The world was dark, for it was night,
And through the sleeping land
No one knew it was the time
That God before had planned.
3rd child = (Place star in center of board)
When, LO, a glorious star appeared,
It's radiance bright as day;
And over the darkly sleeping earth
It cast a shining ray.
4th Child = (place the Wise Men in lower left corner)
And Wise Men, by its wondrous light,
Came from the land afar;
Came their richest gifts to bring
Guided by the star.
5th Child = (placing shepherds and sheep at the lower right)
It shone upon a shepherd band
Who safe their flocks did keep;
It shone upon the little lambs;
It shone upon the sheep.
6th Child = (place Angel host in upper left)
When suddenly the sky grew bright.
Grew brighter than the day,
And Angel host in glistening robes
Came down the starry way.
7th Child = (place large angel in upper right corner)
And one spoke to the frightened men;
"Good News, good News this morn,
For unto you and all mankind
Christ, the Lord, is born."
8th Child = (remove figures from board)
Then swiftly they too hastened
To Bethlehem away,
To find the stable dark and drear --
A manger filled with hay.
9th Child = (place stable and Joseph and Mary)
Joseph was there, and Mary
But all their eyes could see
Was the Babe that God had given,
His Son, their Savior to be.
10th Child = (Place shepherds and Wise Men kneeling before manger)
In reverence they worshiped,
Worshiped the new born King;
With grateful hearts they offered
Their choicest gifts to Him.
1st Child = (Place words "CHRIST IS BORN", which has been glued on wide satin ribbon, over the manger).
Oh, let us at this Christmas time
Reverence and adore
The one that came that holy night,
Our Lord forever more.
Its food too fine for angels; yet come, take
And eat thy fill! It’s Heaven’s sugar cake.
~ Edward Taylor, 1677-1729.
Something old, something new,
Something borrowed, something blue,
And a lucky penny in her shoe.
~ Wedding Rhyme.
Man is God's image; but a poor man is
Christ's stamp to boot; both images regard.
~ George Herbert, 1593 - 1633.
This special little angel
Is being sent your way
A guardian of goodness
To protect you everyday
A lovely little angel,
As precious as can be
A gift of love to someone who
means the world to me!
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= I Am A Professional
By Valerie Bendt, www.valeriebendt.com
I am a professional
And I hold a high degree,
My clients are but children
And they are very dear to me.
I work extended hours
And the pay is not too fair,
But the benefits are great
No other job can compare.
So as I look around me
And see women at their jobs,
I gladly claim the title
Full-time professional mom.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Poem on Old Age
By Jimmie Stewart
I can live with my arthritis
My bifocals fit me fine,
My teeth are quite comfortable
But, oh, how I miss my mind!
‘Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!
How sweet ‘tis to sit ‘neath a fond father’s smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight ‘mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= An Ideal Home.
By B. E. Warren.
Like heaven above, but it’s heaven on earth,
The home that is ideal, of infinite worth;
A home where love rules with the tenderest care,
A home where God’s worshiped, where He answers prayer.
Where God’s law of kindness rules every soul,
Where Christ fill the human with sweet self-control,
Where heaven’s rich graces in sweet clusters grow,
Where all hearts are washed in the all-cleansing flow.
If Christ’s divine virtues abide in each one,
The home will be glorious, just heaven begun;
And thus we’ll establish some branches on earth,
And run them to save souls of infinite worth.
The home is for training, a foundation sure,
To build noble character strong and secure,
To make safe for heaven when done with life’s race.
The home fires kept burning with radiant glow-
The joy of such blessings all hearts here should know;
Beyond earth’s remotest bounds, far, far away,
The home light is shining for us lest we stray.
If we live for pleasures that never shall die,
We’ll make others happy (we can if we try),
For time is too short and the grave is too near;
Build homes and save souls, for eternity’s year.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Beatitudes for the Homes
BLESSED are the husband and wife who continue to be affectionate and considerate, loving after the wedding bells have ceased ringing.
BLESSED are the husband and wife who are as polite and courteous to one another as they are to their friends.
BLESSED are they who have a sense of humor, for this attribute will be a handy shock absorber.
BLESSED are they who love their mates more than any other person in the world and who joyfully fulfill their marriage vows of a lifetime of fidelity and mutual helpfulness to one another.
BLESSED are they who remember to thank God for their food before they partake of it, and who set apart some time each day for the reading of the Bible and for prayer.
BLESSED are those mates who never speak loudly to one another and who make their home a place where seldom is heard a discouraging word.
BLESSED are the husband and wife who can work out problems of adjustments without interference from relatives.
BLESSED is the couple who has a complete understanding about financial matters and who has worked out a perfect partnership with all money under the control of both.
BLESSED are the husband and wife who humbly dedicate their lives and their home to Christ and who practice the teachings of Christ in the home by being unselfish, loyal, and loving.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= America Begins at Home.
By Craig E. Sathoff.
America begins at home
With every child’s need
For guidance and direction
In establishing a creed.
The roots that shape America
Are formed most surely where
A child spends the vital years
Within his parents’ care.
Perhaps the close-knit family
Where each one has a task
Does more to aid America
Than anyone could ask.
Responsiblities at home
Build roots both firm and strong,
To guide our future leaders
In whatever comes along.
To work and strive is no disgrace,
Instead it is a joy
To build a great America
That cannot be destroyed.
This beautiful America,
So blessed with liberty,
Begins at home . . . its true success
Depends on you and me.
=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= The Little Chap Who Follows Me!
A careful man I want to be;
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he’ll go the self-same way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
Whate’er he sees me do, he tries.
Like me he says he’s going to be;
The little chap who follows me.
He thinks that I’m so very fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see;
The little chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go
Through summer’s sun and winter’s snow,
I’m building for the years to be;
The little chap who follows me.
Some poems from SCS:
Wow Rush'd lady what a fabulous contribution to any cardmaking forum.
A great collection of poetic verse that is suitable for every occassion.
There must have been hours of research to find so many.
Thank you so much your dedication and help is much appreciated
I have a great poem that I think I found on SCS somewhere... I can't give the person credit because it is amazing alone that I found the poem on my computer let alone the author.
I made a great teacher gift set which you can see here... www.splitcoaststampers.com/gallery/photo/569132
The poem says:
A candle is like a teacher
who first provides the spark
that kindles love of learning
in children's minds and hearts.
Like a burning candle,
teachers light the mind
enriching the lives and futures
by the sharing of their time.
So when you light this candle,
may its glow convey to you
for all the things you do.
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Hey, while I'm looking for poetry to feed my habit, I might as well share my findings with you all while I'm at it, right? And speaking of poetry, I'm a fan of Mary Engelbreit. Yesterday, I found out she has a new book out of Mother Goose nursery rhymes with her illustrations. Have you crafted a card based on a nursery rhyme that inspired you?
Need a jumpstart for a Christmas Card? Here'a poem to challenge you:
“Look at a CANDY CANE, what do you see?
Stripes that are RED like the BLOOD shed for me!
WHITE for my Savior, who is sinless and pure!
“J” is for JESUS, My Lord, that’s for sure!
Turn it around, And a staff you will see --
Jesus, my SHEPHERD, is coming for me!”
My doggie, Ami, a bishon, passed away recently. I'd like to add some pictures to my scrapbook and would like to know if anyone has a poem about dogs. I have the Rainbow Bridge prose, but I would like an appreciation poem or stages of a dog's life or something like that. Anything ring a bell along those lines, please share here. Thanks in advance.