Poems About Fun

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1. Coasting Down the Hill

   by Anonymous

   
   

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   Frosty is the morning;
   But the sun is bright,
   Flooding all the landscape
   With its golden light.
   Hark the sounds of laughter
   And the voices shrill!
   See the happy children
   Coasting down the hill.
   

   There are Tom and Charley,
   And their sister Nell;
   There are John and Willie,
   Kate and Isabel,—
   Eyes with pleasure beaming,
   Cheeks with health aglow;
   Bless the merry children,
   Trudging through the snow!
   

   Now I hear them shouting,
   "Ready! Clear the track!"
   Down the slope they're rushing,
   Now they're trotting back.
   Full of fun and frolic,
   Thus they come and go.
   Coasting down the hillside,
   Trudging through the snow.
   

2. The Hayloft

   by Robert Louis Stevenson

   
   

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   Through all the pleasant meadow-side
   The grass grew shoulder-high,
   Till the shining scythes went far and wide
   And cut it down to dry.
   

   Those green and sweetly smelling crops
   They led in waggons home;
   And they piled them here in mountain tops
   For mountaineers to roam.
   

   Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
   Mount Eagle and Mount High;—
   The mice that in these mountains dwell,
   No happier are than I!
   

   Oh, what a joy to clamber there,
   Oh, what a place for play,
   With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
   The happy hills of hay!
   

3. It's Fun to Have a Secret

   by Annette Wynne

   It's fun to have a secret and keep it very well,
   And meet a lot of people and never, never tell;
   It's fun to go a-walking all in the lane alone,
   And think about the secret that is really quite your own.
   And then when you have kept it very long, perhaps a day,
   It's fun to share the secret with another child at play,
   And then two have the secret and keep it very well,
   Until it's time the secret's out and then at last they tell.
   

4. Nurse's Song

   

   by William Blake

   
   

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   When the voices of children are heard on the green
   And laughing is heard on the hill,
   My heart is at rest within my breast,
   And everything else is still.
   

   "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
   And the dews of the night arise;
   Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
   Till the morning appears in the skies."
   

   "No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
   And we cannot go to sleep;
   Besides in the sky the little birds fly,
   And the hills are all covered with sheep."
   

   "Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
   And then go home to bed."
   The little ones leaped and shouted and laughed;
   And all the hills echoed.
   

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