FEED ME!

 "Oo-oo-oo,"
said the cow
as she came over.

"Moo-oo-oo,
I'm tired of clover." 

Boo-hoo-oo," 
she cried, 
turning her horn.

"I wish I had
a field 
of corn."

I met this cow in the field across from a new friend's house.  Don't you think there is a lot of personality here?  Look at the two cow pictures.  What do you think the cow wants you to know?  What is the cow thinking?  Does this cow have a name?  Can you write your own cow poem today?  Have fun writing.

Eat your vegetables. 

FARMER'S MARKET

Green and yellow
squash
corn
fresh and sweet
at the farmers market
healthy foods to eat.

    Have you ever gone to a farmers market?  What kinds of things did you see?  Can you write a poem about fresh food today?  Have fun.

Progressive Poem

WHAT IS POETRY? 

The poet doesn't invent.  He listens. --Jean Cocteau

It is finding the truth, no need to lie. 
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly. 

It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail. 
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail. 

It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill. 
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill. 

It's giggling and laughing and being absurd. 
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word. 

 It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy. 
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party. 

It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears. 
It's the feel of two soft puppy ears. 

It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine. 
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine. 

It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn. 
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn. 


 Each day during April, I will add a line to this poem. If you'd like to suggest lines, please leave your suggestions in the comments below.

Sorry I'm late today.  It is a busy Saturday and I should have taken care of this last night, but you know how Fridays are.  I hope you are having a great weekend.

THE QUAIL EGG

I found a little quail egg
in the gravel by the pond.
When I picked it up I found
part of it was gone.

I brought the egg
into the house
and blew the insides out.

I set it on the counter
to let the egg dry out.
I thought about that little egg;
it never grew to much.
I hoped that mother quail
would try to double clutch.

    Do you know what double clutch means?  It has nothing to do with cars and shifting gears in this poem.  A group of eggs that a bird lays is called a clutch of eggs.  When the eggs are removed, sometimes the bird will lay another set of eggs.  This is double clutching.  So my poems is saying, I hope the mother quail lays another set of eggs.  I have no idea who moved the egg to the edge of the pond.  I wonder if it could have been a packrat, or a larger bird.  I'm going to have to do some research to find out.  Next, I'm going to have to see if I can boil some of this information down to a haiku.  I'll let you know if that works out.

    Your challenge for today is to write a poem about a bird, perhaps you can make it a persona poem.  How do you think are reacting to the end of winter?  Have fun writing.