Boys At Our Place (Poem)

Boys At Our Place

When you hear a fearful racket

Like a miniature cyclone

With some sounds so strange that surely

Their like was never known

While a mother listens calmly

Even with a smiling face

You may know it's nothing serious

There are boys about our place.

When there's famine in the cupboard

And the milk pail soon runs dry

And we can't keep bread or cookies

No matter how we try

When we vainly seek for apples

That have gone and left no trace

Hard times is not the trouble -

There are boys about the place.

When there's sawdust on the carpet

And some shaving on the beds

When the rugs are tossed in corners

And some chairs stand on their heads.

While, if a tool you're needing, we

All around the house must race,

We can know they're making something

Those boys about the place.

When the house is full of Sunshine

On the darkest kind of day,

And we have to smile at seeing

Some creative, boyish play,

And when eyes so bright and loving

Oft are raised to meet my face,

My heart pleads softly, "O, God bless him

Bless those boys about the place."

- author unknown

This poem is taken from the Keepers At Home magazine, Spring 2009 edition.

I think this poem would make such a good picture book! 

Here is a picture from my house:

Mr. In The Mid-west found these stove knob protectors at a garage sale. It only took my boys (5 and 2) a few hours to figure out how to get them off! Thankfully, they know better than to turn the gas on, so we don't need the protectors to deter the boys. 

Boys are a blessing! They are noisy, and cleaver, and they like to take things apart and make messes. But, I sure do love them, those boys at our place! :)