LION

copyright 2014, Joy Acey

Living
in Kenya
on the bush lands
never is boring.

   This poem is an acrostic.  I had fun putting one more syllable in each line. Can you see the scar cross the lion's middle?  How do you think that happened?  Do you have any scars?  Do you know someone who has scars?  How did they get them?  Scars are stories.  Can you write a poem today about a scar?  Have fun writing.

Creosote Bush

The creosote bush delights
with its springtime graces.
The yellow blossoms dance
making happy faces.

     Lots of flowers are blooming right now and the creosote bush is only one.  Most of the cacti are loaded with buds getting ready to bloom.  Walking by the prickly pear this morning made me think every one of the prickly little buds will be a lush flower and then a pear for making prickly pear jam and syrup in July or August.  I took a picture of my barrel cactus this morning.

     Then I had fun playing with the cartoon ap I have on my phone.  I like this.

  CACTUS

If you go near
it's at your peril.
The thorns are sharp
on a golden barrel.


     Can you write your own poem today about one of the changes you are seeing with spring?  Have a good time playing with words.