Welcome to the Marble Fun Page!

You will find collectible and holiday marble poems and rhymes here! You may contribute something yourself!  Feel free to email me at mikesmarbles@yahoo.com

Ode To A Peltier Christmas Tree by Bob Block.  (This was saved by me from Christmas of 1997, this is in entirely written by Bob Block author of many marble books including Marbles Identification and Price Guide).

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

Not a shooter was histing - not even the mouse.

The pouches were hung by the chimney with care.

In hopes that some marbles would soon be placed there.

And we were all snuggled asleep in our beds,

with visions of Guineas rolling over our heads.

And Swirls and Peltiers, and Lutzes and Clay,

Oh what joy to waken and find them next day!

When out on the lawn there arose such a flurry,

I called 9-1-1 and asked them to hurry.

Away from the window I flew like a flash -

Then bolted it shut, and peered through the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of Clambroth to objects below.

And what did my wandering eyes spot out there?

But, a van and a wagon filled up with round spheres.

With a big, chubby driver in clothes that looked silly,

I knew right away that this would be a dilly.

For here was the Marble King, the one and the same.

And he laughed and he shouted and called out by name.

"Here's Akro, here's Onion, here's Lutzes for all,

Here's Rainbos, more Peltiers, and Chinas, just call."

Then shifting the van into one of its gears,

He flew to the roof amid our loud cheers.

And now in a twinkling I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of a Sulphide sheep's hoof.

There was laughter and shouting as I gazed at the stars,

Which looked just like Cats-eyes, all filling up jars.

Still, thinking of Handmades, I was turning around

When down the chimney he came with a bound.

He was dressed in Latticinio from his head to his foot,

and his Medals were tarnished and covered with soot.

A large Marble Bag he had flung on his back,

And here was the Marble King opening his pack.

His eyes - how they twinkled, his dimples - how merry;

His cheeks blushed like Mica, red as a cherry.

He was chubby and plump, but I bet he could shoot!

I knew any Rebels he had were a beaut!

He said not a word, but turned to the chimney,

And started to fill up the stockings, hot diggity!

With Indians, and Ribbons, and Chinas and Slags,

With Sparklers, Golden Rebels, Corkscrews, Popeye bags.

He emptied that sack of all he did carry,

Then smiled as he said "May your Christmas be merry."

Then placing his finger astride of his nose,

and giving a nod, and up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to the van, and revved up that car,

And away he took off, towards Amana, off far.

But I heard him exclaim, from his coat made of wool,

"May your Collecting be fruitful and your Marble Bags full.

Hector the Collector from Shel Silverstein

Hector the Collector

Collected bits of string,

Collected dolls with broken heads

And rusty bells that would not ring.

Pieces out of picture puzzles,

Bent-up nails and ice cream sticks,

Twists of wires, worn-out tires,

Paper bags and broken bricks.

Old chipped vases, half shoelaces,

Gatlin' guns that wouldn't shoot,

Leaky boats that wouldn't float

And stopped-up horns that wouldn't toot.

Butter knives that had no handles,

Copper keys that fit no locks,

Rings that were too small for fingers,

Dried-up leaves and patched-up socks.

Worn-out belts that had no buckles,

'Lectric trains that had no tracks,

Airplane models, broken bottles,

Three-legged chairs and cups with cracks.

Hector the Collector

Loved these things with all his soul---

Loved them more than shining diamonds,

Loved them more than glistenin' gold.

Hector called to all the people,

"Come and share my treasure trunk!"

And all the silly sightless people

Came and looked...... and called it junk.

Valentines Day Poem

Marbles are red,

Marbles are blue,

Mr. Shamblin loves marbles and

I bet you do too..

(This poem was created by a few students from my 4th grade classroom at St. Stanislaus during the 2002-2003 school year)

Back to Mikes Marbles and Family Website!