The Emporium Gazette
Issue 4 -- August 1999

Poetry World ~ Kids Poetry
by Bob Nailor

Hmm. I'd be willing to bet you had to think hard on that one, or else a nursery, jump/skip rope, or cliche rhyme came to mind

I wasn't looking for recitation of "Hey Diddle Diddle..." or "Sticks and stones..." or anything like that. I see the frown and can hear those eyebrows crashing together.

Most adults don't associate poetry composition and adolescents together; but think. When did you first hear a poem? Answer: Infant. When did you learn about poetry? Answer: Elementary school. When did you compose your first poem? Answer: Probably before age ten.

My point? Poetry is not only for adults, nor only by adults.

A crystal
falls down
on the
of January.

© Martha Bregin, 1999
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Fantastic imagery in only twelve words, the number of months in a year. This poem was written by Martha Bregin, a second-grader from Pine Knob Elementary School in Independence Township near Detroit, MI. Yes, you read correctly. Martha is only eight-years-old. She was in competition with thousands of other schoolchildren from kindergarten through twelth grade. Miss Bregin won the kindergarten through second-grade category of the River of Words International Poetry and Art Contest that is sponsored by International Rivers Network. IRN ( is a non-profit organization located in California dedicated to preserving the world's rivers. I'll also note that Martha Bregin accepted her award and performed a public reading at the Library of Congress in Washington, DC. Impressive start for an eight-year-old lass. Her poem and those of the other category winners will be soon available in a book.

Do you have a son? A daughter? Talk with them. I was taken off-guard by my own son when I was discussing this article. Seems I have a "closet" poet in the family. He retrieved his little binder pad of poetry that he has composed over the years and started reciting. Yes, years! My son is nineteen and still amazes me.

Perhaps "closet" was a poor choice in words. I discovered during our conversation that he usually composes his poetry while in bed in the morning; as he said "with the sunlight coming through the window, it's really neat. It makes you think." So, here's a couple of poems that my son allowed me to use.

Before the Sun Comes Around

Early in the morning
Before the sun comes
The wind blows lightly
And morning birds sing songs.
If I had to describe Heaven,
This is what it would be.
Some would say angels and clouds
But as for me,
It's when it's still dim
With just a little sound.
That magic moment
Before the sun comes around.

© Rob Nailor, 1996
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Time goes by oh so fast
The only thing we can do
Is look back on memories
Shared with family and friends
In hopes that those relationships
Will never end.
So make your life a joyous ride
Cause time goes by
In the blink of an eye.

© Rob Nailor, 1997
All Rights Reserved

So, the next time you see a small child making a face, learning to ride a bike, or playing on the teeter-totter, just remember that you may be seeing the makings of a future great poet of the world.

If you would like to find out more about the River of Words International Poetry and Art Contest, please write to International Rivers Network, P.O. Box 4000-J, Berkeley, California 94704.

Bob Nailor is author of "The Secret Voice," an Amish-Christian story, "Pangaea, Eden Lost," an adventure story, "Three Steps: The Journeys of Ayrold," a Celtic fantasy, and "2012: Timeline Apocalypse," an end-of-time tale. He is also included in several anthologies and collections. Check his website at

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