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Story-Poems for Children

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Mud Pies and More . . .

So how did you get to be covered in dirt?

You've mud on your face and - oh!  look at your shirt!

     You've grease on your trousers and in your hair too!

      So come now and tell me, just what did you do?


'I crawled under fences and ran through the wood

And I climbed just as many big trees as I could.

     I fell in the stream and then made some mud pies -

     And, in fact, they would surely have won me a prize.


'I made a great den with some bushes and leaves,

So I'm sorry I've torn both the arms of my sleeves.

     I chased Johnny Hollingsworth down the tow path -

     But I'm quite ready now for a long, soaky bath.'

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This is what all children should do at some time in their childhood.  We had so much freedom to run out and play all day when I was a child and, see, my experiences of these things now can make detailed poems.  If you've not experienced 'real play' then how can you write such poems?   I must add that the world of the 1940s, when I was a child, was much much safer to go out and play in than it is today.  Josie 

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