Poetry Page of June

Everyone has a childhood, just as bamboo shoots grow into bamboo, and sprouts grow into trees that bear flowers and fruit. Childhood is the most innocent, pure, and precious part of a person's life.

You are my eyes. Illustration by: HANG XUAN

This issue's poetry page introduces new works by poets writing for children, both within and outside the province. We thank the poets for their pure, loving, and educational sentiments for future generations.

XUAN LE

You are my eyes.

Several years fighting in the jungle.

His eyes were sent back to the distant battlefield.

Old age in the midst of uncertainty.

I remember each page of the book echoing the lullabies of the past.

The eyes of a child shine brightly.

The child sat practicing reading letters while the grandfather listened.

He loves his hometown but sees nothing.

My grandson is the light that guides me through the village.

Birds chirp merrily on the branches.

He praised the old man for having the best-behaved grandchild in the family.

HANH VAN

The child misses home.

The child spent the summer with her grandmother.

Blue Coast Tourism

The summer sun shines brightly.

The sea breeze is so refreshing.

The hotel is too luxurious.

The spacious lobby is beautifully bright.

The swimming pool is emerald green.

The elevator felt like it was going to heaven.

Everything was sparkling.

But the child thought to himself:

"What a beautiful and spacious hotel!"

Something is still missing…”

There is no smell of hot rice.

No gentle motherly voice

No familiar seats

No loving garden corner

Amidst the joyful party, the child eagerly awaits.

A peaceful evening meal

Sleeping in a soft bed, the baby remembers...

The familiar "addiction pillow"

The little rabbit whispered to her grandmother:

"There are many wonderful places."

Why do I feel this way in my heart?

"Is our place a five-star?"

LE HONG THIEN

The wonders of the land

What a wonderful place!

Sow seeds and grow them into plants.

The tree has lush green leaves.

Flowering and fruiting.

What a wonderful place!

Add sweetness and sourness.

The fruit has a fragrant aroma.

Lilies, roses… fragrant flowers.

Soft-stemmed gourds and pumpkins

passion fruit vine

Chili peppers are spicy in their fruit.

Cinnamon bark (old bark)

What a strange land!

Cultivating many kinds of plants

There is no silver in the land.

Without wasting away.

NGOC KHUONG

Storks flying in the street

Behind my street

There is an empty field.

Every day the cranes

Enjoy sunbathing!

Storks hunt frogs and toads.

Storks search for snails.

White-winged stork

The entire evening sky was illuminated.

It turned out to be in the middle of the street.

There's still a bit of the countryside left.

The cranes fluttered about.

Bringing folk songs home…

QUYNH AN

Don't blame the brass trumpet.

Two teams from the district town

A tense final match.

The team brings good players.

The team brought large brass bands.

The troops charged into battle with great fervor.

The brass trumpet blows, making your head spin.

Like a storm rising and waves surging

Go! Come on, hurry up!

The silent team remained calm.

The offense and defense are in perfect harmony.

Seize the opponent's opportunity.

The defender kicked the ball across.

Fast striker

Line two surged ahead.

The knife's placement for a cut.

The goalkeeper stared blankly…

Come on, keep going, keep moving forward!

The brass band was still playing loudly.

The whole team is pressing the opponent's side of the field.

Wearing revealing outfits, showing off your back...

The match has finally ended.

The "No Trumpet" Team wins big.

Scored three goals without reply.

The Brass Band was left speechless…

Surprise during the interview.

Captain of the Non-Blowers Team

So what is the secret?

But they're scoring goals constantly?

- The trumpet sound is still there!

It urged us to go.

But brass instruments weren't enough.

If you don't practice and train diligently.

NGUYEN NGOC PHU

Ask him

- Areca nuts don't have ears.

He said: The betel nut tree is deaf.

- The pumpkin is not sharp-pointed.

Why do you call it: Winter melon?

- Cats aren't fruits, are they?

He called it: Tabby cat

Cucumbers turn into gherkins.

Sapodilla is called: Chicken egg

The turtle knows how to call out: "Dad! Dad!"

Right from the moment they hatch.

DANG TOAN

First time going to the beach

The baby's first time at the beach.

The waves seem gentle to you.

Tumbling along behind, following in their footsteps.

Along the gentle sandy shore

Suddenly, a gust of wind came.

Let the waves run further away.

The waves became mischievous.

White foam bursts forth, singing a song.

The boat was far out in the distance.

The sails spread out like butterfly wings.

Landing on a sea flower

The blue-green color shimmers

He was up in the mountains all night.

Stepping on the water's surface

Never doze off.

Standing guard over the sea and sky…

Poet Dam Chu Van selected and introduced this.

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/dong-nai-cuoi-tuan/202506/trang-tho-thang-6-574032a/