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Saturday, November 17, 2012

Carl the Clown

Carl the Clown
wanders through town
carrying his ladder around.
He uses his ladder
to climb from the ground.
UP, UP, to the top he bounds.

Once he is there,
he wobbles and wiggles.
His tummy turns over
it bobbles and jiggles.

             Carl leans left.

                                        Carl leans right.

He could be at the top
leaning all night.

Carl the clown
knows how to climb down
and take his ladder home.

     Thanks to my sister Clo Ann, who said "Ladder," when I told her I didn't know what I was going to write about for today.  Then she sweetly asked, "Does that grab you?"
     I told her it actually did because I couldn't remember a poem with ladder, except for Horton the Elephant who had a ladder to prop up Maizie's tree with her nest.
    So, here is the poem I came up with for LADDER.  Don't ask me where Carl the Clown came from.  I don't know, he was just there when I needed him.  Have you ever seen the circus act with a clown that balances on a ladder?  Can you write your own circus poem today?  Have a fun Saturday. 
   Hopefully, I'll have some really good news to share with you tomorrow.


  1. You did a good job with theladder. I can just see the bright colored pictures to go with it. ILY... cloey

  2. Joy,
    You're amazing. You accepted a one-word challenge. That's all it took. You might want to make that challenge when you present a workshop in person for kids.

  3. Ask Heidi Mordhorst about writing poems on demand, on the spur of the moment,She is the queen. We had a rolicking good time at one Highlight's Founders Poetry Workshop (led by David Harrison). Heidi got us started playing a version of Poetry Tag. She gave us all a word. We all wrote poems, shared, and then took a word from one of the poems and started again. We were laughing, being noisy and having so much fun that David had to join us for a few rounds. Maybe it was the wine, but I still remember the poem about little blue pills. Um, not exactly a children's poem.