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.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
A young goat herder lived at the top of a hill.
On mornings when the grass sparkled with dew diamonds he'd take the goats out to eat. While he watched the goats, he'd sit on a rock
and play his pipe in lonely, haunting tunes.
One morning, he saw someone across the canyon standing, waving an arm
and the person yelled, "BOY."
The canyon echoed, boy, boy, boy.
The goat herder listened as the words faded out.
The first letter fell off and all he heard
was the, oy, oy, oy.
So the goat boy yelled back, "Joy, Joy, Joy."
And the canyon echoed, JOY, JOY, JOY.
Joy, Joy, Joy, joy, joy, joy.
All day while the goats ate, the two boys yelled
back and forth across the canyon
and an echo would reply.
That night the goats gave more milk
and the goat boy fell asleep feeling great happiness. And the hill, and the canyon,
and the echo too, rang with great joy.
Have you ever thought echoes are happiest when they get to work? What makes you happy? Can you write a happy poem today? Or try writing your own poem about an echo. Have fun.
Happiness arrives when we are doing work we feel is worthwhile.