This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Ice Cream Month

I love ice cream,
in a cone or a dish,
on a spoon or a stick.

In July I dream,
I want my wish,
to eat a different flavor
every day that I pick.

What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?  I'm thinking it would be cool if I could eat a different flavor of ice cream every day during National Ice Cream Month.  Can you try writing your own ice cream poem today?

A children's poet finds things to love and write about.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

June 29, 2015


Rain drops.
Rain pounds.
Rain jumps
up from the ground.

Rain falls.
Rain roars.
From house gutters
rain pours.

Rain splashes.
Rain drips.
Rain feels cool
on my lips.

  Yesterday when the rain did finally come, it was in big heavy drops.  The rain pounded into the earth.  It made the water in the swimming pool splash up high.  As I watched the water closely, I could see it bouncing up three feet high from the hard pavement. We get rain so seldom in Tucson that when it does happen, children like to go out and feel the rain.
  What is your favorite kind of weather?  Can you write your own weather poem today?  Have fun with your writing.

In sunny weather or rain, a children's poem can make for a better day.

June 28, 2015


Early afternoon
sun still bright.
Heard a noise
gave me a fright.

Thunder rumbled.
Thunder roared.
It made a clashing BOOM!

Thunder grumbled.
Thunder growled.
It loudly clapped KAH-BOOM!

   Yesterday we had an afternoon storm.  It was different to me because the sky was still bright.  At first all I could tell was the noise.  No rain, and I didn't see lightning in the bright day.  So, I sat and listened to the sound of thunder for some time before I saw rain and clouds overhead.  It was fun to think of all the sounds the thunder made and to try to find words to describe it.  For your challenge today, find something that makes a sound.  It could be your dog, a cat, the refrigerator.  I once read a great poem about the sounds a spray paint can made.  Anyway, sit with the sound for a while and consider all the different words you can use to describe the sound.  If you go swimming, what sounds do you hear around the pool?  Try writing a sound poem today.  Make it fun.
The world of  children's poet is filled with wonderful sounds.

June 27, 2015


This food is 
too hot for me.
I think you used
too much chili.

  One of the fun things about traveling is the opportunity to try eating new foods at new places.  What was the last new food you tried to eat?  I recently was visiting Bar Harbor, Maine.  I got to eat lobster rolls, and crab rolls.  I'd never eaten crab or lobster on a bun before.  It was very good. For my breakfast, I had blueberry jam made with maple syrup on my toast.  That was totally yummy.  Of course it throws my diet totally off.  But, we all must make sacrifices when traveling.  Can you write a poem today about trying a new food?  Have fun writing.

Children's poetry feeds my soul.

Friday, June 26, 2015


The trolley runs on a track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
Down to the harbor and then turns back.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

    Have you ever ridden on a trolley?  How about a bus? Or a subway?  Can you write a poem about a mode of travel?  Where will you go? 
Your poem can be about something real or imaginary, just have fun with the writing.  

Children's poets live the BEST lives.

Thursday, June 25, 2015


I saw some little ducklings
swimming in the lake.
The mama duck she paddled
with babies in her wake.

Everywhere I looked
I could not see the drake,
just the mama duck with
her ducklings in her wake.

   Did you see an animal today?  Can you write a poem about your sighting?

The best thing about children's poetry, is to see the laughter it brings to a young person.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


The best thing about this tree
is it is a place to read for me.
As the chapters disappear
no one knows I'm hiding here.
   Do you have a special place where you hide so you can read?  When I was young, I used to go into the bathroom, hide in my closet or under my bed so I could read.  My mom always had jobs she wanted me to do, but if I was really quiet, she would forget she was looking for me.  Can you write a poem today about your favorite place to read?  Have fun writing.