Old Poetry Poetry Poets Essays Forums

Block City

What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I'll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!

Now I have done with it, down let it go!
All in a moment the town is laid low.
Block upon block lying scattered and free,
What is there left of my town by the sea?

Yet as I saw it, I see it again,
The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,
And as long as I live and where'er I may be,
I'll always remember my town by the sea.

Leave a guest comment (subject to review)

    : Comment:

    Name: (required)
    Email: (required, hidden from spam)

Comments


  • September 8
    Edit | Reply

    missing paragraphs

    From guest Anthony Boemio (contact)
    Now I have done with it down let it go, All in a moment the town is laid low. Block upon block lying scattered and free, What it there left of my town by the sea. Yet as I saw I see it again, the kirk and the Mill, the palace and the men. And as long as I live and wherever I may be, I’ll always remember my town by the sea!


  • October 14, 2007
    Edit | Reply

    this poem is great........

    From guest trinibabe4u2nv (contact)
    This a great poem for young kids to read like me, because you can feel that your imagination will run wild like the kid in this poem


  • June 25, 2007
    Edit | Reply

    I know that place

    From guest stevebrzosko (contact)
    As a boy I loved building with my painted wooden blocks and now with my own Son, create new cities.


  • November 23, 2006
    Edit | Reply

    poems from childhood

    From guest Preshes Pina (contact)
    I love this poem. I learned this poem in my fifth grade class. I remembered the first verse but could never remember the other's. I am so glad that I found it now I can share it with the kids I tutor.