Fathers Day Poems for Preschoolers
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Fathers Day Poems for Preschoolers (Make His Day Bright)

Few things beat getting sincere fathers day poems for preschoolers from a youngster. Assist your son or daughter in creating a gift that will make Dad smile.

Fathers Day Poems for Preschoolers

Fathers Day Poems for Preschoolers

Taking the time to recognize the contributions of family members or bonding with them may be difficult.

However, it is critical to seize this moment to thank your loved ones and establish this value in children, as they must learn to recognize and cherish the link that has been formed.

Children may make a difference in their dads’ life by reciting or utilizing one of these fathers day poems for preschoolers, as no one is closer to children than their father.

1. A Boy and His Dad by Edgar A.  Guest

A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
  There is a glorious fellowship!
Father and son and the open sky,
  And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
And the laughing stream as it runs along
  With the clicking reel like a martial song,
And the father teaching the youngster gay
  How to land a fish in the sportsman’s way.

I fancy I hear them talking there
  In an open boat, and speech is fair;
And the boy is learning the ways of men
  From the finest man in his youthful ken.
Kings, to youngster, cannot compare
  With the gentle father who’s with him there.
And the greatest mind of the human race
  Not for one minute could take his place.

Which is happier, man or boy?
  The soul of the father is steeped in joy,
For he’s finding out, to his heart’s delight,
  That his son is fit for the future fight.
He is learning the glorious depths of him.
  And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim,
And he shall discover, when night comes on,
  How close he has grown to his little son.

Oh, I envy them, as I see them there
  Under the sky in the open air,
For out of the the old, old long-ago
  Come the summer days that I used to know,
When I learned life’s truth from my father’s lips
  As I shared the joy of his fishing trips-
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
  Builders of life’s companionship!

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2. Father by Edgar A. Guest

My father knows the proper way
  The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
  Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
  He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
  We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two
  Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
  He knows no word like ‘fail.’
‘Our confidence’ he would restore,
  Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
  We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise,
  He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
  But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
  Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
  His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
  The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
  He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
  As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
  ‘Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
  Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
  Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
  And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
  But look to ma for action.

3. D.A.D. by Leanne Guenther

D is for the days we’ve spent together,
A is for the awesome things you do,
D is for your decency and kindness —

Dad, I am so glad that I have you!

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4. Daddy Limerick by Leanne Guenther

There once was a very sad daddy,
Whose golf game was going quite badly.

He looked left and right —
No ball was in sight.

I think that he needed a caddy!

Fathers Day Poems for Preschoolers

5. If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run’
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

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6. It Couldn’t Be Done by Edgar A. Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
  But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
  Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
  On his face.  If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
  That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
  At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
  And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
  Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
  That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
  There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
  The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
  Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
  That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

7. On the Beach at Night by Walt Whitman

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.

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