BOOKS, BOOKS, BOOKS

I like to read
and travel
on the magic carpet
a book provides.

I like meeting new people
in books. I like
learning rhyming words
from poems in books.

I like tasting sweets
I can cook from books
and songs I can sing from books.
 I've learned to tie knots from books.

I find places to hike,
and meet fairies, elves, and imps
and all sorts of things
from the books that stretch
my imagination.

I never know where
the next book
will take me
which is why
I love
books, books, books.


     Can you write a poem today about your favorite book?  Or try writing a persona poem in the voice of a book.  Have fun.

Car Trip

My car honks beep, beep.

My car honks toot, toot.

You and I can travel 

along a magic route.

We'll drive through cities

and along the countryside

over hills and rivers

and up a mountainside. 

We'll stop for hamburgers

and to fill up with gas.

the trip that we're taking

will quickly pass.

But we'll take photos--

memories of our fun

and then we can see

our riding in the sun.

     On August 22, 1903 Theodore Roosevelt became the first American president to ride in an automobile, in Hartford, Connecticut.  Can you write a poem today about a ride?  Was it in a car, or some other vehicle? Where did you go?  What did you see?

Magic Swimmers

Sea lions--

magic swimmers,

in their eyes

the sea's reflection.

Slick soft fur,

long dark whiskers,

they brush against me

with pinniped flippers.

 They sing

all day long,

a laughing tune,

a loud barking song.

Dream Thrower

I want to be a dream thrower,

like a baseball pitcher,

tossing good dreams to you.

Let me bring the genies,

and the fairies.

I want to be a dream thrower.

Let me sail a magic carpet 

for you to climb upon.

Then we can speed away

on  a wild ride.

I want to be a dream thrower.

Let me call upon the flying dragon,

the hot air balloon,

the pixie dust--

so we can soar 

through the sky.

I want to be a dream thrower,

so I can make tea for you

and invite the King and Queen.  

Let me bring my paint box

and we'll paint everything

in vibrant hues.  

And if I am a dream thrower,

I'm sure you will see

this world is

an exciting place to be;
all we have to do
is use our creativity.  


       I hope this poem got your imagination stirring.  If you were a dream thrower, what dreams would you create?  Please write a poem about your dream.