Poem for 8 year old boy

Yes, it goes like this "McCaverty, McCaverty, there's no cat like McCaverty......" I loved that poem when I was a youngster. Walter de la Mere is a great poet so have a look for some of his works.

I loved the poems in Winnie the Pooh and Alice in Wonderland. I also recommend the Child’s Garden of Verses.

Poems that tell a story are favourite.

Oh Greyduster, the Highwayman was, and still is, a favourite of mine and it was the introduction to my passion for poetry. My teacher in junior school was an elderly lady called Miss Brown and she would read it to us with such passion and intonating rhythm so much so that one day her long string of pearls broke and scattered all over the classroom floor.

At that age I remember we read The Song of Hiawatha, by Longfellow, at school.
It's extremely long and we only learnt the first part but I do remember enjoying it.

Meg Merrilies by Keats was another favourite.

A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stephenson - lots of choice there

Poems by A A Milne

The Listeners by Walter de la Mare, DGS 8 loves it as did I as a child.

I wandered lonely as a cloud is my favourite poem ever. X

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

And John Masefield’s “Cargoes”. Everyone knows that one I’m sure.

The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes was always a childhood favourite of mine.

“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door”. Etc.

At that age we had to learn chunks of poetry by heart to recite to the headmistress on Friday. ,one example being part (surely not all of it ?) of Horatius by Lord Macauley. I do not recommend... but there will be English Teachers a plenty on here to help !