Dorothy Aldis (1896-1966)
United States poet & writer.

I Want To Learn To Whistle
Kick A Little Stone
The Secret Place
Little
Ice
Naughty Soap Song

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I Want To Learn To Whistle

I want to learn to whistle.
I’ve always wanted to.
I fix my mouth to do it but
The whistle won’t come through.

I think perhaps it’s stuck and so
I try it once again
Can people swallow whistles?
Where is my whistle then?

- Dorothy Aldis. United States poet & writer.

Kick A Little Stone

When you are walking by yourself
Here’s something nice to do:
Kick a little stone and watch it
Hop ahead of you.

The little stone is round and white,
Its shadow round and blue.
Along the sidewalk over cracks
The shadow bounces too.

- Dorothy Aldis (1896-1966). United States poet & writer.

The Secret Place

Halfway up a certain tree
There’s a place belongs to me.
Two branches make a little chair
And I like it setting there.

I like it.

And it’s secret too.
No grownup guesses where I go.
And if he should, and climb to it -
He would not fit, he would not fit.

- Dorothy Keeley Aldis (1896-1966) United States poet & writer.

Little

I am the sister of him
And he is my brother
He is too little for us
To talk to each other.
So every morning I show him
My doll and my book,
But every morning he still is
Too little to look.

- Dorothy Keeley Aldis (1896-1966) United States poet & writer.

Ice

When it is the winter time
I run up the street
And I make the ice laugh
With my little feet—
"Crickle, crackle, crickle
Crrreeet, crrreeet, crrreeet."

- Dorothy Aldis (1896-1966) United States poet & writer.

Naughty Soap Song

Just when I'm ready to
Start on my ears
That is the time that my
Soap disappears.

It jumps from my fingers and
Slithers and slides
Down to the end of the
Tub, where it hides.

And acts in a most diso- Bedient way.
And that's why my soap's growing
Thinner each day.

- Dorothy Keeley Aldis (1896-1966) United States poet & writer.