POEMS-FRIENDS

                                    By Shane DeRolf

While walking in a toy store

the day before today,

I overheard a crayon box

with many things to say.

"I don't like red!" said yellow.

And green said, "Nor do I!"

And no one here likes orange,

but no one knows quite why."

"We are a box of crayons

that really doesn't get along,"

said blue to all the others

"something here is wrong!"

Well, I bought that box of crayons

and took it home with me

and laid out all the crayons

so the crayons could all see.

They watched me as I colored

with red and blue and green

and black and white and orange

and every color in between.

They watched as green

became the grass

and blue became the sky.

The yellow sun was shining bright

on white clouds drifting by.

Colors changing as they touched,

becoming something new.

They watched me as I colored.

They watched till I was through.

And when I'd finally finished,

I began to walk away.

And as I did the crayon box

had something more to say...

"I do like red!" said the yellow

and green said, "So do I!"

"And blue you are terrific

so high up in the sky."

"We are a box of crayons

each of us unique,

but when we get together

the picture is complete."

NOW IF WE COULD JUST LEARN

FROM THIS BOX OF CRAYONS

THIS WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE.

We Could Be Friends

 by Myra Cohn Livingston

 We could be friends

 Like friends are supposed to be.

 You, picking up the telephone

 Calling me

 to come over and play

 or take a walk,

 finding a place

 to sit and talk,

 Or just goof around

 Like friends do,

 Me, picking up the telephone

 Calling you.

We All Need Friends

 "Hi," "Hello,"

 "Come play with me."

 These are friendly words,

 you see.

 To be a friend

 can take awhile,

 yet it can start

 with just a smile.

 I need a friend

 to play with me.

 I'll be your friend

Since Hanna Moved Away

 by Judith Viorst

 The tires on my bike are flat.

 The sky is grouchy gray.

 At least it sure feels like that

 Since Hanna moved away.

 Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.

 December's come to stay.

 They've taken back the Mays and Junes

 Since Hanna moved away.

 Flowers smell like halibut.

 Velvet feels like hay.

 Every handsome dog's a mutt

 Since Hanna moved away.

 Nothing's fun to laugh about.

 Nothing's fun to play.

 They call me, but I won't come out

 Since Hanna moved away.

The Telephone Call

 by Jack Prelutsky

 I was mad and I was sad

 and I was all upset,

 I couldn't go outside to play,

 the weather was too wet.

 But then my best friend called me up

 witlots of things to say,

 we made each other giggle,

 I felt better right away.

 When you can't think of things to do

 and the rain won't ever end,

 it's nice to have a telephone

 to share things with your friend.

With a Friend

 by Vivian Gouled

 I can talk with a friend

 and walk with friend

 and share my umbrella

 in the rain.

 I can play with a friend

 and stay with a friend

 and learn with a friend

 and explain.

 I can eat with a friend

 and compete with a friend

 and even sometimes

 disagree.

 I can ride with a friend

 and take pride with a friend.

 A friend can mean

 so much to me!

Friends

 by Janet C. Miller

 Tall friends, short friends,

 Skinny and wide;

 Red haired, black haired,

 Side by side.

 Old friends, young friends,

 And in-betweens;

 Moms and Grandpas,

 Tots and teens.

 From Washington

 To Delaware,

 Friends are found

 Most anywhere.

 It may seem odd

 To think and yet;

 Friends are strangers

 You've never met!

Good Advice

 by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers

 If your best friend's feeling tearful,

 Try not to be too cheerful.

 Just let her fill your ear full

 Of sad tales by the score.

 And when she is through,

 She'll feel as good as new.

 Now you'll be feeling blue.

 But that's what friends are for!

There are Days and There are Days

 by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers

 There are days I want to be

 all alone

 with only me

 for company -

 me and my cat.

 Thare are days like that.

 And there are days

 (many more)

 I don't wnat to be alone

 any more.

 Then

 it seems to me

 jokes are funnier,

 honey's honey-er,

 sun is sunnier

 when

 I'm with a friend!

How to Be a Friend

 Pat Lowery Collins

 Keep a secret

 Tell a wish

 Listen

 to

 a dream.

Bursting

 Dorothy Aldis 

We've laughed until my cheeks are tight.

 We've laughed until my stomach's sore.

 If we could only stop we might

 Remember what we're laughing for.

A Friend

 Beatrice Schenk de Regniers

 Whoever we are,

 Whatever we be,

 We're friends 'cause I'm me

 We're friends 'cause she's she.

 (Or because he is he -

 Whatever, whatever the case may be.)

 A friend

 is a friend

 is a friend!

The Fight

 Helen H. Moore

 I have a firend.

 We had a fight.

 I cried myself

 to sleep last night.

 And when I see

 my friend today,

 I'll say, "I'm sorry.

 Want to play?"

 I hope she'll say

 she's sorry, too -

 I'm sure she will -

 that's what friends do.

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