WELCOME CHILDREN! AGES 1 TO 100!

Before you is a collection of childrens picture book manuscripts. Sorry, I haven't had time to illustrate them as yet! But --never fear--I will as soon as I can. In the mean time here are a few graphics I've found to cheer the place up a bit! Have a good time kids!

I have been working on a new book about an old friend. Oliver P. Tractor is his name and I think you will enjoy the story of "Ollie" very much. Though I do believe this one will make it to the publishers! So just to get you excited about him, here's a picture! Enjoy the other stories!




DANDELIONS TO DAISIES
by D. L. Frost, copyright 1996

Dandelions in the daisies,

with daffodils dancing ‘round.

Derrick’s dog is dining

on an old bone that he found.


Danny takes a daring dive

off the deck at Dallard’s pool.

Darla spends her summertime

playing house and school.


Defeating dragons in the ditches

that run down behind our house.

Sneaking up on Dicky Davis

just as quiet as a mouse.


Delia serves delicious drinks

that only cost a dime.

Darrel is delighted

with hot dogs at dinnertime.


Debbie Dickle likes to doze

away those lazy days,

peering through dark glasses

into the summer haze.


Doing dirty dishes.

Drying off after a dip.

Doing nothing more than dozing

while you’re going on a trip.


The delightful days of summer

are quickly drawing to a close.

Autumn is just around the corner,

don’t you blink, because there it goes.

A RAINY NIGHT FRIGHT
by D. L. Frost, copyright 1996

Sitting in my bedroom one sleepless, rainy night, the thunder outside rumbling really gave me such a fright. Lightning spread across the sky and streaked to Earth below. I flew into the hallway not quite sure which way to go.

I went into my sister’s room but she was sound asleep. Then I slipped into the bathroom but the sounds gave me the creeps. So, I ran back to my room and slid beneath the bed. Oh, the thoughts I had by then just swirling ‘round my head!

I could picture spooky people standing out there in the night, seeing straight into my bedroom even though there was no light. Ghosts and goblins out there grinning. Gargoyles flash across the sky. Witches out there watching on their brittle brooms that fly.

Then a bolt of lightning landed right next door near Peter’s tree. I scrambled out from under cover, that was all it took for me! I ran into my parent’s room and leaped upon their bed. I thought they might be mad at me but they just laughed instead.

Then I told them what I thought I’d seen, with eyelids tightly shut. But my dad just ruffled up my hair and said, "Don’t be a nut! "There are no ghosts or goblins. No witches, on brooms, fly. There’s no reason for you to think you see gargoyles in the sky."

Throwing back his covers he said, "Come, lets have a look at the rain that’s feeding flowers and filling lakes and brooks." Then we stood there at the window listening to the raindrops fall, while I held my Father’s hand and I felt no fear at all.

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