Quail bob across the road, scurrying to
and fro.
Sun is out as they rush about, little for them
to fear.
They eat all along the way, tasting as
they go.
We watch head feathers dip, wonder what
they know.
Little chicks trail behind, follow in
the rear.
Quail bob across the road, scurrying to
and fro.
Sun keeps rising higher, desert life's
a show.
Mother quail calling, her clicking
can you hear?
They eat all along the way, tasting as
they go.
Scratching seeds, we watch the young
chicks grow,
and listen to their coo-coo ringing in
our ear.
Quail bob across the road, scurrying to
and fro.
A hawk sees feathers bob in the sunlit
glow.
Chaos as the covey breaks, dashing like
a deer.
Quail bob across the road, scurrying to
and fro.
They eat all along the way, tasting as
they go.
I've been working on poems for the very young all week and felt like I wanted to try something a little harder to flex a little poetic muscle, so I pulled out my HANDBOOK OF POETIC FORMS. The Villanelle is the penultimate form listed in that book. (Since I'm left-handed, I often start reading books from the back.) I have the rhyme pattern for this form down. Now I need to do some more polishing to get the line lengths right, and I need to find another word to use instead of so many bob's. I'm open to your suggestions.
What forms do you like to try? Can you name the form for the poem you'll write today?
Have fun writing and I hope you have a great weekend. Stay warm.
The POETRY FRIDAY Roundup is at A TEACHING LIFE today. Thanks for hosting all the children's poets.
The POETRY FRIDAY Roundup is at A TEACHING LIFE today. Thanks for hosting all the children's poets.
