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Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

I wanted to write a poem about nature in the springtime, especially for young reader… kids in first grade. Spring is such a fun season to explore the outdoors—you never know what kinds of animals or colors you might see! So I thought it would be fun to create a simple, playful poem that includes both: a list of colorful animals that follow a child home like a parade of pets.

I hope you enjoy the rhythm, the rhyme, and the chance to imagine your own list of colorful animals you might like to have as pets!

I Went for a Walk

I went for a walk
in the woods with my dog.
I found a brown mouse
and a little green frog.
I found a blue bird
and a friendly white rat.
I found a red bug
and a cute orange cat.
They followed me home.
I hope my mom lets
me keep them forever—
my rainbow of pets!

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt

With St. Patrick’s Day coming up, I thought it would be fun to write a poem about the tradition of trying to catch a leprechaun and find his pot of gold. Many kids set leprechaun traps, hoping to outsmart the tricky little creatures. But I started wondering—what if, after all that effort, you didn’t catch a leprechaun at all? What if you ended up catching something much less exciting instead?

That idea made me laugh, so I decided to turn it into this poem. I hope it makes you laugh too—and that if you go searching for leprechauns, you have better luck than the narrator of this poem!

I Tried to Catch a Leprechaun

I went out on St. Patrick’s Day—
a morning wet and cold—
to try to catch a leprechaun
and find his pot of gold.

I saw a rainbow down the street
and just around the bend.
I chased it through the chilly rain
but never found its end.

I hunted for a fairy fort
where leprechauns might be.
I searched through soggy clover fields
and in a hollow tree.

I even built a special trap,
but it was all in vain.
And so, at last, I trudged back home
in frigid wind and rain.

I spent the whole day searching,
but I found no pot of gold.
I never caught that leprechaun.
I only caught a cold.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

A publisher recently asked me to write a fun poem for first graders that would help build phonemic awareness—the ability to hear, recognize, and play with sounds in words. They wanted something that would show how syllables and sounds can be changed, moved around, and combined in new ways. I had a great time coming up with silly word mashups and actually wrote several different poems for them.

In the end, the publisher chose to publish one of the other poems I wrote, but I liked this one so much that I decided to share it on my website for kids to enjoy. After all, playing with words is one of the best ways to learn how they work! What kind of fun, mixed-up words can you come up with? This is…

Random Andy

Random Andy makes up things
by sticking words together.
Today he made a flowercow
and then a picklefeather.

He also made some candypants.
He made some airplanetrees.
He made some donutdragonflies
and bluebananabees.

He made a monkeytoothbrush
and a corncobcoffeecup.
If you made things like Random Andy,
what would you make up?

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

Have you ever dreamed about not getting any older and just staying young forever? I know I had that thought once or twice when I was a kid. But what if that wish actually came true—but not in the way you expected? This poem plays with the idea of aging in reverse, turning what might seem like a fun, magical experience into something a little more alarming!

I love writing poems that take an ordinary idea, like making a birthday wish, and turning it into something unexpected. This one also has a playful connection to classic stories like Peter Pan (who, along with the Lost Boys, never grows up) or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (about a man who ages in reverse) but with a humorous twist. It’s a reminder to be careful what you wish for… and maybe to think twice before blowing out those birthday candles! This is…

I’ve Started Getting Younger

I’ve started getting younger.
I’m aging in reverse.
Although that might sound awesome,
there may be nothing worse.

Last week I was eleven,
but now I’m only eight.
Tomorrow I’ll be seven.
I’m frightened of my fate.

Next week, if this continues,
I won’t know how to talk,
and pretty soon won’t even
remember how to walk.

They’ll put me back in diapers
and after that, I fear,
while drinking from my bottle,
I might just disappear!

This started on my birthday.
Without a moment’s doubt,
I wished to not grow older
and blew the candles out.

I never share my wishes,
but now I’m telling you,
because I’m really hoping
my wish does not come true.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

Valentine’s Day was coming up, and I had been trying for days to think of something funny to write about—but nothing seemed quite right. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up from a sound sleep with the ending of this poem suddenly clear in my head. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, quickly jotted down the idea, and went right back to sleep. The next morning, when I looked at what I had written, I still thought it was a good idea, so I sat down and finished the poem.

Sometimes coming up with ideas is easy, and sometimes it takes a little longer. But there’s no need to get frustrated. Just remember that it’s important for writers to have a way to capture ideas whenever they appear—whether it’s a notebook, a phone, or even just a scrap of paper. And remember, you don’t always have to write a poem or story in order! If the ending comes to you first, like it did for me, you can start there and work your way backward. Inspiration doesn’t always follow a straight line, but when it strikes, be ready to catch it!

Without further ado, here is…

Our Teacher’s Valentine

The students in our classroom
made a Valentine today,
a giant heart on cardboard,
out of pink and purple clay.

We added beads and buttons
to our beautiful design,
then covered it with glitter
to ensure that it would shine.

We gave it to our teacher
to express how much we care,
to tell her that we like her
and we’re glad to have her there.

She said it was a masterpiece.
She said it made her day.
She placed it in a picture frame
to put it on display.

She told us we were brilliant
as she hung it on the wall,
like art on exhibition in
some gallery or hall.

It’s nice to know our teacher thinks
we’re talented and smart.
We’re glad we made her happy with
our little work of heart.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

The first time I ever saw a cow, I was about three years old. My father took me to a dairy farm, and I remember standing right next to a wooden fence, face to face with a huge cow. I was completely surprised! For many years afterward, my dad loved to tell the story of how I looked up at him and asked, “What do they do to us?”—a question that still makes me laugh today.

While most of my poems are written for kids ages 8 and up, this time I wanted to write something for younger readers, especially Kindergarten students. “I Am a Cow” is a simple and playful poem that encourages curiosity, observation, and comparison. It’s written from the perspective of a cow who is just as puzzled about people as we might be about animals. I hope young readers enjoy thinking about the differences—and maybe even a few similarities—between cows and themselves!

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

When I was 11 years old, my school took the sixth graders on a field trip to the mountains where there was snow. Many of the kids brought sleds or inflatable tubes to ride down the hills, and I brought a tube as well. At first, I was too scared to ride it, so I sat out and watched. Unfortunately, I also forgot to bring my lunch that day. While the other kids were eating, I finally worked up the courage to try the hill. Let’s just say it didn’t go as planned—I ran into a tree and broke my leg.

Ever since then, I’ve been much more cautious about slides and other fast downhill activities, like skiing, sledding, skateboarding, and even cycling. This poem is a humorous take on that experience, with a winter twist. It’s also a reminder that sometimes being a little cautious isn’t such a bad idea!

I’ll Never Ride the Waterslide

I’ll never ride the waterslide,
not after yesterday.
I tried the slide, then cried and cried.
I should have stayed away.

I banged my back and belly up.
My bottom’s badly bruised.
I heard it should be lots of fun.
I’m totally confused.

But still, I learn from my mistakes.
I will not do it twice.
I’ll never ride the slide again
in winter when it’s ice.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.

I wanted to write a poem about the feeling of not fitting in, a theme that many of us can relate to at some point in our lives. Having recently written a poem about a misunderstood snake, I decided to switch things up and tell the story from the perspective of an awkward, larger-than-life creature: a dragon. The phrase “It’s a Drag to Be a Dragon” popped into my head, and the poem grew from there, exploring the humorous challenges a dragon might face in everyday life.

Of course, I couldn’t resist sneaking in a little pun at the end—because who doesn’t love a good laugh? I hope this poem gives you a chuckle while also showing that even the mightiest creatures can feel out of place sometimes.

It’s a Drag to Be a Dragon

It’s a drag to be a dragon
owing mostly to my size,
my blazing breath, humongous wings,
and wicked, glowing eyes.
I don’t get many hugs because
of rough and rocky scales,
and no one cares for creatures
who have sharp and spiky tails.

Nobody wants to play with me.
I’m terrible at games.
At hide-and-seek, for instance,
they can find me by the flames.
I get kicked out of coffee shops
since smoking’s not allowed.
They boot me out of ball games too,
where I might squash the crowd.

I can’t go to amusement parks;
I don’t fit on the rides.
They throw me out of playgrounds
when I melt the swings and slides.
I’ve never blown the candles out
on any birthday cake.
I tried to take a swim once,
but I vaporized the lake.

My life is not exciting;
I don’t ever get to play.
Instead, it’s dull and boring
and has always been this way.
I’m practically a thousand.
Many years have come and gone.
It’s a drag to be a dragon
as the days drag on and on.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. Today I’m sharing a poem inspired by one of the more unusual pets my family had when I was a kid—a boa constrictor! Our boa was a wonderful pet—gentle, calm, and friendly—but I know that many people find snakes scary, even harmless ones. That got me thinking: what if a boa could tell its own story about being misunderstood? Here’s my poem, “It’s Lonely as a Boa.” I hope you enjoy it!

It’s lonely as a boa.
Though I’m just a simple snake,
people frequently will see me
and begin to sob and shake.

They expect that I may hurt them,
but that simply isn’t true.
So, you shouldn’t get unsettled
when I wriggle up your shoe.

If I slide a little higher,
it’s okay to stay at ease.
It’s a sign of my affection
if I slip around your knees.

You can tell I’m being friendly
when you notice you’re embraced
by my kind and calm caresses
as I wind around your waist.

If you sense a tender tickle
as I slither up your arm,
you can rest assured I certainly
don’t mean you any harm.

And I always love a hug, so if
I wrap around your chest,
this is just my way of telling you
I think that you’re the best.

Yes, it’s lonely as a boa,
being so misunderstood.
If you knew the real me, you’d see
I’m peaceful, sweet, and good.

I’m as harmless as a kitten.
I’m as gentle as a breeze.
And you needn’t be afraid
until you feel me start to squeeze.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt. I’ve always loved cheese. Today, as I was eating an especially cheesy pizza for lunch, the idea of an artist creating entire sculptures out of cheese seemed irresistibly whimsical and delicious. There has been a long tradition among children’s poets, such as Colin West in the UK and Jack Prelutsky in the US, of creating poems about unusual characters with strange and funny talents. I thought Skylar the Sculptor would fit perfectly into this tradition, using her imagination (and a ton of cheese) to make incredible, edible art.

Although this poem is completely absurd, it is also meant to remind us that art doesn’t always have to be serious—it can be temporary, tasty, and loads of fun! I hope you enjoy it. This is…

Skylar the Sculptor

When Skylar the Sculptor makes statues,
she doesn’t use metal or stone.
She doesn’t use clay, wood, or plaster.
She doesn’t use plastic or bone.

No, Skylar is such a strange sculptor,
she makes all her artworks from cheese.
She chisels reliefs out of cheddars,
and vases and bowls out of bries.

She’ll carve a few columns from colby,
a bust from a big piece of blue,
or fashion a fountain from feta,
and fill it with gouda fondue.

Although she makes hundreds of sculptures
from cheese that she buys by the ton,
you won’t find her works in museums.
She eats them as soon as they’re done.

— Kenn Nesbitt