My Pocket

When my boys were young, I used to enjoy emptying their pockets at the end of the day.  It was always interesting to see what they had collected and thought was important to them on their adventures during the day.

My Pocket

In my pocket

I have a rock

and a piece

of sidewalk chalk.

I have a nail,

and a Monopoly card

to get out of jail,

a foreign stamp

that came in the mail,

a piece of gum

that's very stale,

the rattle from

a dead snake's tail,

a piece of bone

from a whale.

I have a Lincoln Log,

a milk bottle pog,

a tag from the dog,

a metal cog

and, oh yes,

here is

my pet frog.

     Quick, check what you have in your pocket right now?  Can you write a poem about it?