COLORS BLEND TOGETHER*

Yellow and orange hibiscus ,
green fields and mountains,
anthurium and red ti leaves,
brown monk seals and plovers,
blue waves and blue, blue sky,
white clouds in the wind,
egrets winging by,
a rainbow necklace overhead
making a strong people--
all the races, blended together,
here in Hawaii,
the land where all colors
call it home.
Aloha. 


  * From a line, All colors blended together, suggested by Clo Ann Smith.  This free verse poem is the result of her suggestion.  Can you try writing your own free verse poem about where you live?  Can you include at least one simile?  Have fun writing today.

  What pictures does this poem make you think about?

Ho-ne-ho-ne: adj. Playing tricks, teasing, fretting; not letting one alone.

A human being is nothing but a story with a skin around it.  Fred Allen

LITTLE RED WAGON

A turkey with
his foot a dragging
is pushing along
his little red wagon.

He is riding fast
it is clear
he's trying to get
out of here.


    Thanks to my sister Clo Ann Smith who suggested I write about a turkey and a little red wagon today.  This one is for you, Sis.  I'd ask where you get your ideas from, but I know it is our weird family.  Now can you draw a picture to go with the poem?
   When my boys were young we had a little red wagon we took with us every where.  It worked better than a stroller.  I can remember when my son was five, I would pick him up from school and he would ride the wagon home from school.  One day I was showing him how to careen down the hill in the wagon and I tipped the wagon over.  He wasn't hurt because my body was wrapped around him, but I got some great scrapes on my leg, thigh and bum.  I felt rather foolish explaining to friends how I had hurt myself, but I was proud of my battle scars.  My poor kids had a terror for a mother.
     If you had a little red scooter, who would ride it?  Where would it go?  What would you see?  Can you write a poem about this today?  Have fun.  Enjoy.