MAKING MEMORIES

I've got two fists of stars
and bright moonlight, it's true,
a wispy cloud to float
across the sky, deep blue.

I've put them in this box.
I'm sending it to you
to help you with your dreams.
I hope you have a few.

Please, close your eyes to sleep
and fill your head with memories.
So then when you awake
you'll send your thoughts to me.


    WOW!  This poem is definitely a draft.  If you'd like to try re-writing the last stanza so the meter and rhyme are better, please do.  In the meantime, I'll file this one away to think on some more.  What are you thinking about today?  Did you learn something new?  Can you write a poem about that?  Have fun writing.

Piazza Pigeons

Pigeons in the piazza
billow and coo
walking round churches
looking what to do.

They scurry from
the tourists' feet.
Looking for seed
and food to eat.

They grab the seed
from tourist hands,
flap their wings
acting grand.

Pigeons know
just what to do
to supply
memories for you.

     Can you write a poem about something you experienced on your summer vacation?  Have fun writing.

MONSTER FRED

My monster Fred
has a clipboard
for his head.

He jots down
memories
makes lists, doodles,
draws figures and rings,
because his brain
is not too good
for remembering things.


     I enjoy writing monster poems.  I have fun mixing things up to make a monster.
Can you make your own monster poem today?  Close your eyes, turn your head.  Now open your eyes.  What is the first thing you see?  Can you make that part of your monster?  Have fun writing a monster poem.

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?