Morning Walk

I paused this morning
on my walk
To stand and listen
to the small birds talk.

Perched high up
in the Paloverde tree
they called to each other
too-whit, too-whee.

Their calling song
made me smile
and helped me walk
an extra mile.


   It is Sunday and it is Vida de Loca day in Tucson.  This is like a big community picnic, where lots of local restaurants have booths to sell ethnic foods.  Early this morning there was a farmers market to sell local produce.  And of course there is music and dancing.  Can you write a picnic poem today?  What fun things happen at your picnics?  Have fun writing.

Counting

Count all the stars,

count all the moon light.

Count all the bird songs

that bring their delight.

And when you're 

done counting

here's what to do

take that number,

multiply by two.

The number is still

not as great as

the gifts I receive

from you,

there is

always more fun

when I am

with you.


    Happy Sunday.  Today is a good day for listening.  Can you write a poem about something you hear?  Have fun.

Scurrying Quails

Scurrying quails

in a throng,

skittle, scattle

as they go along

they sing

a quail-ish song,

Churr-Cheep,

Churr-Cheep,

Churr-Cheep.

     Happy Sunday.  Have a fun day.  It is a great day to go outside and collect data of all the things you see, hear, smell and feel to use for writing poems next week.  What ticklies your fancy?  Yes, I know it usually is "tickles" but I like the idea of there being "ticklies."  Give your best smile to someone today.