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Showing posts with label rose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rose. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

THE BEE



A bee
frolicked,
rumbled, tumbled
and rolled
right in the middle
of a rose,
              rose,
                    rose.

He liked the odor,
loved the scent.
Bathed in the rose,
round and round
the bee went.

The bee sniffed
and snorted,
dusted his wings,
pollinated his toes,
and got that rose odor
up his nose,
                   nose,
                          nose.

Friday, April 19, 2013

PROGRESSIVE POEM 
Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.

WHAT IS POETRY? 

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you. --Joseph Joubert

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 dog 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.
 
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.

It's spying a bird feeding her young.
It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.

It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.
It's a bumble bee tumbling inside a rose.
I had a grand time working with children at Woods Library yesterday to write poems and make poetry pockets.  It's a good thing I can think fast on my feet.  We wrote poems about books, a cat, ice cream, the sun, a shark, playing chess, the reading dog,  and a girl in a pink dress. One boy had a broken arm, so I wrote this:

I broke my arm
I was running too fast.
Now I wear
a plaster cast.

My friends have signed it
with their names,
while I sit and watch them
play their games.




      There are less than 24 hours left to tell all your friends.  I'm giving away this orange t-shirt featuring THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY FOR MIDDLE SCHOOL book cover.  I'm doing this to celebrate the 2nd birthday on April 20, of Poetry for Kids Joy. I can't believe that I've made it to two years of posting an original children's poem every day on my blog. If you'd like the opportunity to win this t-shirt, just leave your name in the comments below with a line about what poetry means to you.  Be sure to leave your name so I can contact you if you are the winner.  I will take entries from now until midnight between Friday and Saturday (Pacific Standard Time, April 20, 2013.)  

     The Poetry Friday Roundup is over at Live Your Poem this week.  Thank you Irene for hosting all of us.