DONKEY

Our donkey calls
at the break of day
Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw
in his donkey bray.

I think our donkey
is trying to say,
Will someone come
to feed me?


     I'm having fun playing with my art supplies again.  I'm not sure my donkey's ears are long enough.  If you had a pet donkey, what would you do with it?  Poet and journalist May Sarton had a pet donkey.  She has written a book about him,  The Poet and the Donkey, and many poems.

Moon Minute

     I enjoy writing minute poems.  This form has 60 syllables broken into 3 stanzas.  Each stanza has 8 syllables in the first line, then 4 syllables in each of the next 3 lines.  This works out to 20 syllables in each of the three stanzas, or a total of 60 syllables in the whole poem, hence the name of a "minute" poem. 

The sun sinks to bring on the night

big moon shines bright

from a low height--

an awesome sight.

Such beauty is, without a doubt

something to shout

about –Moon's out

glowing light spout.

Now it is the end of the day,

I'm on my way,

coyotes bray,

Good Night, hooray.

      Can you try writing your own minute poem?  Have fun.

A brown donkey

in the field today

eats the grass

and munches the hay.

If he's ignored

he will bray.

Listen and you'll hear

him say,

hee-haw, hee-haw.

     This picture is another one I took on my recent trip to North Carolina.  Can you draw a picture, take a photo of your own or find a picture in a magazine to write a poem to go with it?  Have fun.