You may say I'm waltzing
to the music of the band.
I say I'm dashing to the shore
over hot beach sand.
OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!
It is time for a beach poem. Can you write about what you like about going to the beach, the shore, the lake, where ever you enjoy water sports? Have fun writing today.
Summer is a great time for children's poetry.
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LET'S DANCE
For the last time
he is dancing with her
into the Universe.
How they waltz
up to the stars.
They look small
in the vast cosmos.
She is light.
He is stardust.
Yes, they sparkle
as they step into the unknown.
They play hide and seek
in their steps, merely ashes releasing
the future for their children
and their children's children.
Suspended in smokey puffs
like rising bubbles
come to the surface of water.
Where are they going?
Where will these dance steps
take them now that they
no longer are held
to earthly bodies?
They are larger than the earth
that bound them. Their steps
one and two and three and
encircle and rain grace
upon us all.
Sorry, I am late with yesterday's poem. I went hiking in Sedona, AZ this weekend and didn't get home until late and I was dog tired after the long drive home. This poem is for older students. It is a little weird, but then I take the poems that come to me and worry about what to do with them in revision. Something good will come. For now, just enjoy the words and the music for the dance. Hope you had a great weekend.
Writing poetry for children is a BIG adventure. You never know where the path might lead.
For the last time
he is dancing with her
into the Universe.
How they waltz
up to the stars.
They look small
in the vast cosmos.
She is light.
He is stardust.
Yes, they sparkle
as they step into the unknown.
They play hide and seek
in their steps, merely ashes releasing
the future for their children
and their children's children.
Suspended in smokey puffs
like rising bubbles
come to the surface of water.
Where are they going?
Where will these dance steps
take them now that they
no longer are held
to earthly bodies?
They are larger than the earth
that bound them. Their steps
one and two and three and
encircle and rain grace
upon us all.
Sorry, I am late with yesterday's poem. I went hiking in Sedona, AZ this weekend and didn't get home until late and I was dog tired after the long drive home. This poem is for older students. It is a little weird, but then I take the poems that come to me and worry about what to do with them in revision. Something good will come. For now, just enjoy the words and the music for the dance. Hope you had a great weekend.
Writing poetry for children is a BIG adventure. You never know where the path might lead.
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