ME

Somedays I'm small and wobbly.
Somedays I'm big and grand.
Somedays I know just what I want.
Somedays I do not understand.
But no matter what each day may be,
I still am glad that I am me. 

    What was your day like?  How did you feel on this Monday?  Can you write a poem today about how you are feeling?  Have fun and I hope you enjoy your writing. 

  Yes, you are what you dream.  Dream BIG.

FRIENDS

Joe is a girafee.
Tom is a turtle.

"Come on friend,
Let's go play,"
said Joe.

"Oh, NO!
We cannot
be friends," said Tom.

"Ridiculous.
Why can't we be friends?"
asked Joe.
"I want to know."

"Because you're so tall
and I'm so small
way down here below,"
said Tom.

"Ridiculous,"
repeated Joe.

"You like to eat acacia leaves
high up on acacia trees.
You're so big, you frighten me,"
said Tom pulling into his shell.

"RIDICULOUS!"

"You walk fast
and gallop as you go.
I toddle along.
Turtles go s-l-o-w."

"Ridiculous, I don't think so," said Joe.

"Oh yes," said Tom.
"With four long legs
you're fast when you flee,
and I worry.
You might kick me.
Oh NO!  Friends--
we can never be."

"Hmmmm," thought Joe.
"Let me see.  If I can find
one thing that is the same,
will you then
play a game?"

"I guess, maybe.
But what can that be?
I'm asking you, Joe
with your head
in that tree."

"Tom, that's it," said Joe.
"How we're the same,
I think I know.
I stick out my neck 
to get these acacia leaves.
I'll drop some down
for you to see.
Now you can eat along with me.

"But you, little turtle,
must stick out your neck too,
to eat the leaves
I've dropped for you."

"For being good friends
takes more than kisses and pecks
it requires
sticking out our necks."

     This is very new, and very rough, but I'm having fun working on a drawing to go with it which is fun for me too.  I'll continue to do some editing and polishing. There are a lot of reversed rhymes, and I'm going to have to work to get rid of these forced rhymes.   This started because I was having fun saying, ridiculous.  And I knew I wanted to use the word. 
    Can you write your own poem today based upon a single word like ridiculous, shucks, gosh, yes, no, or another word?  Have fun.

FIVE LITTLE PUMPKINS

Five little pumpkins

sat in a row

on a pumpkin vine

they grow and grow.

The first little pumpkin

grew so small.

The second little pumpkin

grew very tall.

The third little pumpkin

grew squat and flat.

The fourth little pumpkin
grew round and fat.

The fifth little pumpkin

grew and grew.

It grew so BIG

we didn't know

what to do.

We used a tractor

to move the thing.

Started carving and

didn't finish until spring. 

     This is a counting poem for Halloween.  I bet you know another Halloween counting poem, or you can write one of your own.  There are bats and toads, cats, owls and witches you could count, up or down. Don't forget candy, apples, monsters, ghosts, warts or scars for other possibilities.  Have fun writing your poem.  Please share your creation with me.