I WISH

I wish I were
a soccer player
kicking the ball
upon the grass
and if you kicked
the ball to me
I promise
I will pass.


     I'm still having fun writing "I wish..." poems.  It is Saturday and I'm watching the World Cup soccer games, so this is what you get.  Would you like to try writing your own soccer poem?  Have a great weekend.

Dismemberment

I said I have been over at www.thinkkidthink.com playing March Poetry Madness.
I lost out in the first round.  I was seeded 15th and my word to write an 8 line or less poem for children was DISMEMBERMENT.  As often happens, after the deadline, I thought of a better poem.

Sword Swallower

The sword swallower practiced in his tent.

His back was straight.  His knees were bent.

He swallowed the sword

in a tight squeeze

and suddenly felt

the urge to sneeze.

Ahhh-CHOOOO!

Dismemberment.

     Happy Friday.  The challenge for today is to make a list of ten things you've done this week. Did you go to school? Have a music lesson? Eat oysters? Read a book?  Quickly make the list and then take a moment to add the details. Pick one of the items and write a poem about it.  Let's see if I can do something for an example.

On Mondays at 4:00
I have a music lesson
with Mr. Brock.
He teaches me to play trombone.
To make it wail and even moan.
I  blow and toot
and slip and glide.
I'm glad when I am
done inside
and put the trombone away
then  race out side
baseball to play.

   This could do with a stronger ending, but it is good for a first draft.
Now it is your turn.  Have fun writing your poem.

Another apology poem

So here is another thing to say, I'm sorry about.

TO MY SOCCER COACH, MR. MCFEE;

I’m sorry I let the ball bounce off my knee,

And when Mother cheered from the stands

I touched the inbound ball with my hands.

I’m sorry I missed the game winning goal.

I slipped, then fell when I stepped in a hole.

I’m sorry I let their team’s forward rush by.

Then sat on the ground and started to cry.

I hate how the ball stings my shin.

I worry about getting hit on my chin.

I don’t want to practice that header stuff.

It musses my hair and takes out the puff.

I hope that it will be OK.

I really DO NOT want to play.

Soccer is hard, and much too rough.

Frankly I’ve had, more than enough.

Come on Dad, what do you say,

May I please sign up for ballet?

Your daughter,

Ashanti McFee

Do you like to play soccer?  Can you write a poem about your favorite sport?