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.

Saturday, April 27, 2013


Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.

Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree. --Terri Guillemets

  It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
  It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
  It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
  It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
  It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
  It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.

   It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
   It's reading a haiku and feeling each word. 
  It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy. 
  It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
  It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
  It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
  It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
  It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
  It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.

  It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
  It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
  It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.

  It's spying a bird feeding her young.
 It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.

 It's watching black ants as they march by.
 It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.

It's a bumble bee tumbling inside a rose.
It's dandelion puffs tickling my nose.

It's a penny tossed in a wishing well. 
It's the cackle of a witch casting a spell. 

It's roasting marshmallows over a campfire flame.
It's squirrels in the poplar trees playing a game.

It's mermaids on a rock, combing their hair.
It's hearing a hot air balloon in the air.

It's you and me having a good time

What do you do when you are having a good time?  Can you write a poem about that today?  Have fun writing.

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