These poems are from the magazine American Childhood, December 1949.
This first poem is called New Snow. The author, Queena Davison Miller, was a poet who was published in many magazines, and she even published some books of poetry! Here she is in 1954. She died in 1978.
Queena Davison Miller
All night long the snow came down
To tuck the fields in tight
Under a brand-new blanket
Feathery soft and white;
But when the morning sun shone out,
Across the snow-white cover
Were rows and rows of little tracks
Where rabbits scampered over!
Clara G. Cornell
Dear Good Saint Nick, I’m ‘fraid my name
Is not upon your book,
‘Cause lots of times I have been bad
So it’s no use to look.
But, Honest Injun, I did try
Oh, awful hard, to be
:A little darling,” but, you see,
It wouldn’t work with me.
I think it’s ’cause when I was born,
The fairy passed me by.
You know — the one who makes folks good,
So they don’t have to try.
That’s why, Saint Nick, I’m begging you,
To give me just one thing —
The magic charm I did not get —
That’s all you need to bring.
‘Cause, Oh, I want so much to make
My mother proud of me.
I want to be “a model child,”
And not “that tomboy, Bea.”