The Echo

Down in the hallow
where the violets grow
and the bluets dance
a do-si-doe
you might hear the wind
so gently blow
and if you lift your face
to call hello
you'll hear a reply
and think it's an echo.
Some say they can't hear it.
Others doubt as they must.
But I know for a fact
it's caused by
pixie dust.

     I'm happy with my poem and electronic art today.  It has been a long time since I've tried drawing on the computer and I can see I need to do more to get better at it. I think I must have had a little pixie helping me with this picture and it was so much fun to do.  Practice writing your own poem today.  today is the first day of June, so can you try writing a June poem?  Have fun.

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.