THE BALL WHO WAS AFRAID TO BOUNCE!

By M. Marie

There was a ball who was afraid

Of bouncing up too high.

He had a fear of heights, you see,

Afraid he’d bump the sky.

Instead he rolled upon the ground

 To see what he could see;

But all the grass got in his way

And he could not roll free.

He tried to bounce just down--not up,

But only then to find;

With every down he went--an up

Just followed close behind.

He was so sad, afraid to bounce,

Afraid to bounce at all.

What would he do? Who would he be

If not a bouncing ball?

He must be brave and not afraid,

 To even touch the sky.

He thought, if God had made him so,

He must, at least, just try!

He found a smooth place free from bumps,

And with his bouncing might,

He bounced a bounce of highest high,

To the very highest height.

 He found he did not bump his head!

The sky was not so low.

He was a happy bouncing ball,

Forever it was so!

I'M NOT SCARED OF THUNDER

By M. Marie

There was a little thunder

Who lived inside a cloud;

Passing by he said “Hello!”

His voice was kind of loud.

He worried me a little,

I felt a little scare;

I watched him from my window

As close as I would dare.

His house was made of silver;

His lights were on inside.

He  play'd  awhile at my house,

  I did not go outside.

Then it rained! He clapped for joy,

And flashed a smile at me!

And with the wind to play with,

He bolted through a tree!

 I’m not afraid of thunder,

He’s only passing by,

I stay behind my window,

And wave to him good-by.