Saturday

Saturday is 
my big day.
It is when I
get to play.

I change my sheets,
clean my room.
Then it's off 
with my friends
I'm gone.
Zoom.

Today I think
I'll fly a kite,
ride my bike,
or take a hike.

Don't really care
what I do today,
whatever I do
I'll have fun--It's Saturday.


     Hope you are having a grand day.  Aren't Saturdays wonderful?  Did you get to sleep in this morning?  Are you doing anything special tonight?  What is one thing you heard today?  One thing you saw?  One thing you did?  Can you write a poem about your Saturday?  Have fun writing poetry.  Be happy.

Happy Holidays

All day I work for Santa
checking all his lists
of the gifts for children,
so no one will be missed.

Maureen wants dolly,
and Billy wants a bike.
Santa even knows
the gifts that you would like.

 I hope you have been good
and work hard every day
so I can load your gifts
into Santa's sleigh.

     I hope you have a good Sunday.  I'm planning to go to a street fair today.  Today I made a list of holiday words to use in helping me write my poems this month.  For today's challenge can you make your own list?  Let me know how many holiday words you come up with.  Have fun.

Grandma Asks

What would you like for Christmas?
My grandma asked of me.
I didn't know what to tell her,
or what my present should be.

I don't need another dolly,
I all ready have a bike.
So, I just shrugged my shoulders
and said, whatever you like.  

   If you'd like to hear me read this poem, go here:

https://soundcloud.com/joy-acey/grandma-asks-at

   

  Do you have a Christmas list?  Today, can you write a list poem about what you want for Christmas, or about the presents you are giving?  Have fun thinking.

My BIKE

On Christmas morning,

I rush downstairs

and there it is

beside the tree

two shiny black tires

a cherry-red frame--

my own bicycle.

The one present

I really, really wanted.

On the handle bars

hanging,

like a Christmas tree ornament,

my bicycle helmet

with red flames

licking up the sides.

My bicycle,

my happiness,

my ticket 

to explore,

my freedom.

     Do you have a bicycle or is that on your Christmas wish list?  I remember my first bike.  My father got it from the Salvation Army Thrift Shop and painted it red for me.  He put wooden blocks on the pedals so I could reach them.  I was the only kid in my kindergarten class with a two wheel bicycle.  I learned early because I was always riding my older sister's bike.  But it was no where near as early as my own son who was riding a two wheeler when he was three years-old.  If you could fly on a bike, where would it take you?  What would the ride be like?  Can you write a poem about that?  Or write a poem about your own bicycle.  Have a fun time with this prompt.