Will
the monsoons ever come?
Will
we see the water
rush
and gush across the road?
Will
the cracks
in
the earth disappear?
Once
more?
Yes,
the monsoons will come
and
we will see water
rushing
and gushing
and
filling the cracks.
But
now it is summer,
and
the snake and tarantula
sleep
underground.
Now
you and I shall hike.
Here
is your backpack
and
your water bottle.
All
ready to go?
Walk
slow.
Shhhhhh.
Today is day six of my poems based on NOW IT IS WINTER written by Eileen Spinelli.
Only two days left to this tale.
Here is your poetry challenge for today. Can you make a list of things you would say "Shhhh," to? Can you write a poem about that? Write a list poem, or pick one item and tell us about it. How do you feel hen someone tells you to shhhh? Have fun with writing your poem.
Children's Poetry is the owl that calls to me each night.
Today is day six of my poems based on NOW IT IS WINTER written by Eileen Spinelli.
Only two days left to this tale.
Here is your poetry challenge for today. Can you make a list of things you would say "Shhhh," to? Can you write a poem about that? Write a list poem, or pick one item and tell us about it. How do you feel hen someone tells you to shhhh? Have fun with writing your poem.
Children's Poetry is the owl that calls to me each night.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI was expecting you to say that the snakes and tarantula sleep in the cracks. Maybe some do. I like the sound of the words about the water rushing and gushing and filling the cracks. That's fun to say. I feel the movement and the flow of the words. Well done.
Linda, you are something special I'm glad you are enjoying this long poem.
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