Wonder

Do you ever wonder

how moonlight

halos your hair?

How stars

twinkle and glitter

in the quarter moon air?

Do you believe rainbows

come at the 

best of times?

And poems

sometimes come

all set in rhymes?

These are days

I feel I am

a lucky one

to see another

day with 

a rising sun.

     What do you wonder about?  What do you think about when you look at the moon or the stars?  can you write a poem about that today?

     I have a special treat today.  My friend Cory Corrado is a brilliant photographer and poet.  She has designed a beautiful, awe inspiring book, NATURE SMILES, using both of her skills.  She has given me permission to share the link to her book with you.


        NATURE SMILES LINK (BLACKS.ca)
              
       
        https://as.photoprintit.de/web/85023931/showPublishedPhotoBook.do?ehash=fdd53d57730eed2e4ae929d26090552d&skipSessionTimeout       



Sorry, you may have to cut and paste to get there, but I guarantee it is worth the effort.   I hope you enjoy her book as much as I do.      
       

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?