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Raenell Dawn Neil Rosenthal Josette Kurey Guadalupe Cantu de Medina
Gretchen Christopher Sharon O'Riley To Sharna Scotia Sharpe John Cornfield

I'm Going To Be Eleven!
by Raenell Dawn - Inspired by APW
copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved.

My birthday is in February,
But it's not always there.
Adults don't understand it,
and don't seem to care.

They say I'm only 1,
when I'm really 4!
They say I'm 2 when I'm 8,
Can't they count anymore?

Sometimes I wish my birthday
would appear on command.
Being born on Leap Day
is hard to understand.

But others like me
called Leap Day Babies
tell me how cool it is,
especially in your eighties!

So I'll try to like it
and make it a birthday heaven.
But I wont be 2 and 3/4!
I'm going to be ELEVEN!

The Jump Rope Rhyme
by Raenell Dawn
copyright 2002 © All Rights Reserved.

Leap Year, Leap Year
When will you be?
Every four years
Then you'll see.
You want more?
We do too!
How many more
can you Leap to?

The First 4 Leap Years
By Raenell Dawn, 2002

I'm a little Leapling, smart and fun.
When I turn four, I'll really be one.
I'm a little Leapy, with lots to do.
When I turn eight, I'll really be two.
I'm a little Leaper, with lots to see.
When I turn twelve, I'll really be three.
I'm a Leap Day Baby, and so much more.
When I turn sixteen, I'll really be four.

The Birthday Rhyme
by Raenell Dawn
copyright 2002 © All Rights Reserved.

There is a girl named Raenell
Who didn't like her birthday very well.
When she turned 13,
she thought it quite mean,
It was her birthday but no one could tell!

(You may substitute the first line with: There is a girl/boy I know well...)

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28 Days Has February
by D. D. Ochampeterspaughson Copyright ©2007

28 days has February
A very light load for one month to carry

The other months have 2 and 3 more
Thirty and thirty-one being their big score

In Leap Years the days they do vary
Making 29 days in February

POETRY BY Neil Rosenthal 2/29/56

Leap Year Baby
by Neil Rosenthal copyright 1997 © All Rights Reserved.

I have a friend her name is Raenell
She has an interesting story to tell
The date of her birth was special in time
The month was February the date was twenty-nine

She tried to find others born on this date
She needed a plan, hoped it was not too late
Searching the Internet what did she find
A whole lot of people born on 2-29

So go read the story of this brave lass
She certainly has a lot of class
You will find it at a place we call home
At www.leapyearday.com

Poem For Addie
by Neil Rosenthal copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved.

Their is a special day that comes once every four years
It brings lots of smiles and never any tears
Thousands of people all over the world
Wait for this day, including one special girl

Leap Day brings for those chosen few
Something special, mysterious, and new
Everyone else gets older in time
We stay forever young waiting for February 29

So Addie, I hope you can see
How special being a Leapy can be
Every four years we all celebrate
Because all of us Leapies are really great.

POETRY BY Josette Kurey 2/29/72

CALENDAR
By Josette Kurey
copyright 2000 © All Rights Reserved.

Because she entered the world
kicking and screaming
on an invisible day,
she did not exist
scientifically
three of four years.

These years,
she moved through the world
phantomlike -
misty, barely visible,
unexplained.

She absorbed the world
until the images dripped, soapy
from her sponge-like presence,
and when the average changed -

when the day existed in its flash
of white light -
the world moved
through her...
crowds leaving an opera
after the final aria.

For one out of every four,
she leapt.

THE WAYS IN THE DAY
By Josette Kurey
copyright 2000 © All Rights Reserved.

Enter the world -
scream and kick
at the bright and dawning light
from where you trip:
begin, in haste, to celebrate
a day which most years forget.

Enter the off-years -
contemplate your age;
see it in scientific quarters,
sentences on a page
printed, read, rationalized;
then prepare to take the stage.

Assume the role -
speak the lines;
bow deeply as you sing your song,
you haven't got much time;
the spotlight waits for no one
and a flash will make you blind.

Perform the day -
its ways and means;
crouch low and look long
just as you leap -
but to leave your moment,
kick and scream.

POETRY BY Guadalupe Cantu de Medina
Mother of Joe David Medina, II LDB 2000

Leap Day Poem
Submitted by Guadalupe Cantu de Medina
copyright 2000 © All Rights Reserved.

There's no 29 in February this year,
which made me kind of sad.

I thought mom and dad took my birthday away
because I had been bad.

They wiped my tears as they explained
that I'm their Leap Day son,

I have to celebrate in March this year and
pretend that I am one.

Yes, this is how it goes
for all Leap Day girls and boys...

We have to wait a day or more,
for cake, ice-cream and toys!

POETRY BY Gretchen Christopher 2/29/40

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FEBRUARY CHILD!
Gretchen Christopher copyright 2003 & 2005 © All Rights Reserved.

Happy 2nd Birthday, February Child,
Born February 2nd, as your daddy smiled.

February 29th is my birthday, too,
But I'm more than 7 times older than you.

I've had 15 birthdays, and the year you turn 3
Will be the 16th birthday for me.

You'll be 4, then 5, 6 and 7;
I'll turn 17 and think it's just heaven.

Then you will turn 8, 9, 10 and 11
and I, 18, a difference of seven.

You'll hit 12, 13, 14 and 15;
And 19 will be the Leap age of this teen.

Going from 16, 17, 18 to 19,
You'll have caught up with me: we'll both be 19 --

For just 27 days, though; then I'll move on
To my 20th birthday and a special song.

From then on, each year, you'll be older than I;
I'll remain young, while your years fly by!

How many real years make a Leap Year Babe twenty?
Eighty, my dear; and you may say that's plenty,

But I plan to keep leaping to at least twenty five;
That's the real year I discovered, I love being alive!

POETRY BY SHARON O'RILEY 2/29/44

Leap Year Lass
By Sharon O'Riley 2/29/44
copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved

1944 was the year,
and Irish lass did appear!

She was a cute leprechaun, as everyone knows,
Her folks did name her sweet "Sharon Rose"!

Now the baby of seven, she had beautiful eyes,
as sparkling and green as the Emerald Isle.!

Now the Rose of Sharon was her name to fame..
A flower so lovely that she did claim!

She had ringlets so golden, a smile to bestow,
on all of her family, did certainly show.

The years they have passed, not a baby anymore.
Ah but "leap year" has helped.need I say more?

How old are you lass? She quickly replies..
I'm only 15...that's my disguise!
Why it's proudly displayed in my "Wild Irish Eyes"!!

Four Score And 2004
By Sharon O'Riley 2/29/44
copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved

Here's a small ode,
you've never heard before.
About a leap year gal,
celebrating 16 in 2004.

You say,
that's quite a story.
Do tell me more,
so I won't have to worry.

Every four years,
I know I'm getting older.
But I do like leap year,
or have I gotten bolder.

Time to start subtracting,
those great senior years.
Making it a minus,
and no need for tears.

So you need not inquire,
on leap year anymore,
A new one is coming,
four score and 2004!

Society Of Babies
By Sharon O'Riley 2/29/44
copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved

Time honored tradition,
of babies we are.
Recognition we deserve,
of leap year by far.

Oh, I'll admit,
was pretty hard to accept.
When as a child,
For three years I wept.

Why oh why,
can't I celebrate today?
Mom would explain,
four years and you'll have your way.

Couldn't understand,
That crazy subtraction.
Of full years and half years,
and all of those fractions.

I'm truly proud,
and one I can see.
Just put me in the picture,
of a society of babies!

Leaptide And Seaside
By Sharon O'Riley 2/29/44
copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved

A notion at the ocean,
today I tried to hide.
As the waves approached,
rippling near seaside.

Reminded me of younger days,
salt water at first hand.
Playing with children,
sunbathing on the sand.

Like time in a bottle,
birthdays come and go.
For me this event,
certainly has been slow.

Yes sad as it seams,
four years is a dream.
Each one memorable,
making my eyes gleam.

For today I have cried,
as the tide rolls in.
Waiting for my leaptide,
rushing to the seaside!

Northside, Leapside
By Sharon O'Riley 2/29/44
copyright 2003 © All Rights Reserved

One can see,
there's two sides to me.
My home on the northisde,
the other being leapside.

Every four years,
comes the major event.
Celebrating the big one,
and time well spent.

As the rule goes,
three years and 28 days.
But the fourth has 29,
and those candles are ablaze.

I remember those parties,
mom planned for me.
A special cake and presents,
inviting everyone she'd see.

No better birthday,
then leap year resides.
From the girl on the northside,
enjoying her leapside!

Always stay young,
never grow old.
My leap year story,
is now being told.
Bring on the birthdays,
no need to cry.
A minus four years,
is this reason why.
Celebrations are many,
we all do agree.
Rejoicing with the society,
and that includes me.
Live for today,
for tomorrow always comes.
As we prepare for this event,
there's plenty of fun.
For light years comes first,
and those pass us on by.
But those good old leap years,
do I always rely!

Leap To The New Year

Leap ahead,
a new year has come.
Many festivities,
and joy for everyone.
The clock ticks away,
countdown is on.
Auld Lang Syne,
it's definitely time.
Life has a way,
of forging ahead.
to be happy within,
from all I believe in.
Reflections of family,
are with me tonight.
Good friends and happiness,
making all things right.
For this I am grateful,
never cause for fear.
I'm looking forward,
and a leap to the New Year!

Hey Sweet Fifteen

Hey sweet fifteen,
how does it feel?
With Leap Year coming,
a glimpse of youth we steal.
Oh we are the best,
of babies we know.
for after four years,
we steal the show.
Those three years,
we wait for the day.
Cake and the candles,
for sweet fifteen!

To my lovely little Leapshun

Your mommy is so proud.
To have born a perfect Leapling
who came down from the clouds.

Your smile and giggles keep me young,
as all you leapers know..
Happiness is what you bring, everywhere you go !!

And now my life is so complete, all because of you.
My leapin' girl with honey eyes ..
and love so strong and true.

To my dearest Sharna…. Love,

MOMMY

THE LEAP YEAR RHYME
By Scotia Sharpe (#6074)

I am a Leap Year baby,
Born on February 29
I was born in the year 2000,
This Special Day was mine.

When it is not a Leap Year
I tell people my birthday
I always get the same thing
When do you celebrate?

I have a party every year
And invite my friends to play
They don't care when it is
They just celebrate my birthday.

This year makes me happy
I will leap and twirl
On February 29th
I'll be a special girl.

I've been here for 8 years
but I am only '2'
You've been around for many years
So how old are you?

2008 John Cornfield wrote this
poem for his Leap Day baby girl:

February 29 is a special day to me,
Because this year when I turn 12,
I am really only three.
So when you think of leap year,
Remember something more,
That every birthday that you have,
I need to have three more!

Maile was born in 1996.

FACTS IN JINGLES
by
WINIFRED SACKVILLE STONER, JR.
1915
Written between the ages
of five and twelve.

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