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Friday, October 4, 2013

The Snake



Little fellow
not very old
hardly moves
because he's cold.

 Curled up
on the cold cement,
he doesn't move,
his body bent.

 I pick him up
place him in the grass
and hope that
hungry hawks will pass.


     Hey, it is Friday.  Do you think animals do anything to get ready for the weekend?  Have fun writing your own poem today about being hungry.  

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6 comments:

  1. Linda A.October 4, 2013 at 9:45 AM

    Joy,
    Perhaps the snake was chillin' to start his weekend. :)

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    1. JoyOctober 4, 2013 at 4:00 PM

      Thanks Linda,
      I like the thought of the animals getting ready for a football weekend.

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  2. Matt Forrest EsenwineOctober 4, 2013 at 11:20 AM

    Nice! I've actually been thinking about writing a poem about that little fellow, too! "Red racer, red racer / so cold and so slow, / a mid-morning meal / the hawk spies below..."

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    1. JoyOctober 4, 2013 at 3:57 PM

      Way to go, Matt. I look forward to your posting.

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  3. Linda BOctober 4, 2013 at 1:25 PM

    Perhaps the hawks are why I never saw one! I like that 2nd stanza especially Joy-rhythm & rhyme is so good!

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    1. JoyOctober 4, 2013 at 3:59 PM

      thank you Linda,
      I caught the typo and corrected it :)

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