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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.
Showing posts with label Botany Bay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Botany Bay. Show all posts

Sunday, October 18, 2015

PINK BOOTS


I've worn pink boots 
in Boston
and in Botany Bay.
Worn them in Tampa
and old Santa Fe.

I wear my pink boots
where ever I go.
They're the best fitting boots
and my feet
ought to know.

I treasure my boots.
That's what I do.
I bet you wish you
had pink boots too?

   I saw these boots on a 7 year old at Costco and I thought they were just too cute.  I wanted some.  But, I knew how I could make those boots my own.  All I had to do was write a poem about Pink Boots.  If you had pink boots, where else could you walk to or wear them?  Do you have an object you wish you had?  Can you write a poem about the object?  Have fun writing your poem.  Hmmmm, I've always wanted a magic carpet too, so I could fly away.

I pick my clothes for comfort, not style.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

MY READING NOOK

Today I'm leaving home.
I may travel to Botany Bay
Africa or old Cathay.
I might go to Rome.
I can venture far
while in my favorite nook,
as I read the pages
of this story book.

   Setting is the location a story takes place in. You can travel any where in a book.  The place where you read is also a setting.  Where do you like to read?  At the beach? At your desk?  On your bed?  Under your covers?  Do you have a favorite tree you like to lean against, or a favorite rock you like to sit on while you read?  I have always wanted my very own window seat to sit in while I read (and write.) Your poetry challenge for today is to write a poem about the place you'd like to be in to read your books.  Use your imagination to describe your special place.  Have fun writing.

Nothing is so often irretrievably missed as a daily opportunity.  Marie von Ebner-Eschenback, 1905