Sabine Sicaud-gifted child poet

The Little Pebbles Song

They think he's silent. Me, I know he's singing,
singing beside the path his little pebble song.
But since he sings so softly, people really
have no idea...
Did he learn in the stream, or on the brooklet's dam,
the flowing waters' secrets? Or did he learn, along the
road, the secrets of creatures passing on their way?

by-Sabine Sicaud

I really enjoyed this poem. When I researched the author I appreciated it even more.

Sabine Sicaud was born in France to loving parents. At eleven years of age, Sabine won a poetry contest and at thirteen years of age she had a poetry book published.

She would be considered gifted in today's world. Sadly, two years later in 1928, she died of a mysterious illness (they now know it as Osteomyelitis). Many of her  poems speak of her journey, first as a curious child, and then later during her illness.

Finding Contentment

I've always been drawn to the simple things in life. No fuss, no muss is my motto. Yes, simple living is the best way to live.

What I like about this poem is that everyone can relate. From the youngest person to the oldest. Sharing simple things can bring a whole lot of joy. We don't have to spend a lot of money to bring joy to someone's day. If you don't think so, I dare you to try it and find out for yourself.

The Orange
-by Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange-
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave-
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park,
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.