In my dream, I heard a tiger
so I hid behind a tree.
I was frightened he would eat me up
'cause he roared and roared at me.
I woke up scared and sweaty,
thought I'd sleep with Mom and Dad,
but when I went in their room,
Dad was snoring really bad.
I climbed between them anyway
with the blanket pulled up tight.
I closed my eyes and wished real hard.
No more tigers, not tonight!
I remembered what my daddy said,
that your bed is like a book.
If the page on the right is scary,
turn left and take a look.
I turned to my left and fell asleep.
The tiger wasn't there...
but in its place, and growling L O U D
was a big old grizzly bear!
This time, I woke up shaking!
That really scared me bad!
I had turned both left and right
and they were the only turns I had!
Daddy's snoring like a buzz saw.
How will I go to sleep?
I'm not too good at counting yet
or I'd count myself some sheep.
I thought about his snores some more...
hmmm, Daddy sounds just like a bear.
On second thought, a tiger, too,
so I got out of there.
I closed their door behind me,
then I tiptoed quietly,
and shut the door to MY room, too.
No more roaring snores for me!
Your poems for children are little gems that must sparkle in the eyes of children you are truly a gifted poet and your position in the poetic world is much deserved keep writing my poetic friend, keep writing Warm regards AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another feast for little eyes (and big ones too) . And an important one, cos all children have bad dreams and this poem lightens the scary with humour. I particularly loved 'I had turned both left and right and they were the only turns I had'. Superb piece CJ. love, Allie xxxx