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Showing posts with label Christmas morning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas morning. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas Morning

On Christmas morning
while Mom and Dad sleep,
my sister and I
downstairs we creep.

We quietly race
to our Christmas tree
and are super surprised
by all we see.

Everything is here.
It's better than a dream.
We wake Mom and Dad
when Sis and I scream.

This is the BEST Christmas,
Mom and Dad.
I want you to know
you've made me so glad.

Everything is perfect.
Everything is right.
Even my cat and dog
today do not fight.


I hope the same thing
is happening at your place,
May our hearts all fill
with Christmas grace.

Merry Christmas.


     Thank you for finding the time to stop by.  I hope you can find a moment today to make notes about your best memory of this holiday season. Can you try to shape your notes into a poem?  Did you get a new journal for Christmas? 

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Nesting Cactus Wren













A desert sunrise
shining on a Saguaro
where cactus wrens nest


      I'm not sure if you can see the wren in this picture.  She is peeking out of her nesting hole on the right side of the cactus.  She has a nest in this Giant Saguaro.  It is spring time and plants and creatures are birthing.  There are lots of golf ball sized quail scurrying over the road and new little western cottontails are the size of a softball.  I counted six on my walk one morning this week.  
    What new is happening in your part of the world?  Can you write a poem about it?



Saturday, December 17, 2011

Christmas Surprise

Early Christmas morning
I creeped down the stairs
happy to discover
Father Christmas had been there.

Hanging from the fire place,
peeking out of my stocking
was a little kitten
who started mewing.

She was soft and white
and began to purr
Just what I had wanted,
I love this bundle of fur.

     I was always a sucker for those pictures with the puppies and kittens hanging in the Christmas stockings.  As a kid, it was exactly what I wanted to wake up to on christmas morning.  As an adult, I know it isn't practical.  But, how did they get those kittens and puppies to stay in the stockings?  Do you have a pet?  Can you write a poem about what your pet is going to do for Christmas?