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Monday, April 29, 2013


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

Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life. --William Hazlitt

  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
finding words and making them rhyme.

It's taking our words and creating a verse

I'm looking over the rhyming couplets I have used in this poem. I notice two of my favorite rhyming families have been left out.    I haven't used the "at"  family, or the "ight."  I really like these two families and feel like I over use them.  I guess I didn't in this poem.  So your poetry challenge today is to pick one of these families and write your own poem.  Do have fun.  And if you don't like my idea, think of one of your own.  Keep writing.

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