SIX QUAIL

Six little quail
running round the yard,
pumping their feet,
working so hard.

Six little quail
flew over the fence.
Where did they go?
Haven't seen them since.


     It is the time of year when we have lots of little quail scurrying around.  This morning as I watched them dashing around, the two adults with them led the little ones to the gate which was all closed in a corner.  First one adult, then another flew to the top of the fence and watched the little ones for a moment before flying over to the other side.  I wondered what was going to happen to the little quail.  My fence is six feet high.  But sure enough, one after the other each of the little ones flew over the fence.  They didn't pause at the top.  I was surprised and pleased.  I had under-estimated the little quail.  Has anyone ever under-estimated you and your abilities?  Can you write a poem about your mighty abilities?  Have fun telling the world how awesome you are.  You can leave your poem in the comments below.  Have a super day.

A children's poet is more than you see.

Flying Witch for Oct. 15, 2014

I'm the witch
on my broom,
at flying
I'm not great.
I like to loop,
to zip and zoom
but, I just
can not 
fly straight.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

My feet are floating
off the ground.
It's an exceptional day.
I am flying all around.
Tinkerbell has come to play.


   What makes an exceptional day for you?  Can you write a poem about your exceptional day?  Have fun. 

BUTTERFLY GARDEN

 Inside the butterfly garden
the butterflies are all astir.

 Their wings, they are flapping,
flying in a whir.

 Yellow, orange and blue ones,
dancing all about.

 Careful when you exit.
Do not let them out.

 Watch them stop to rest,
dull underside of wing.

 Filled with graceful magic

the butterfly garden brings.


   Have you ever hatched a butterfly?  Have you watched one fly?  Have you visited a butterfly garden? 
Can you write your own butterfly poem today?   

Turkey Writes a Good Bye Note

Good bye, Mama

I'm flying away

I hope to hide

till after

Thanksgiving Day.

 
     This is the first verse to a longer poem with many verses.  It is a persona poem written in the voice of a turkey.  Now, why would a turkey want to leave home for the holiday?  Your poetry challenge for today is to write the next verse.  Who would the turkey send a shout out to next?  Where would he go?

   I took this picture of the turkeys in Franconia, NH when I attended a poetry workshop at The Frost Place.  It is a lovely place to learn more about poetry.

Hot Air Balloon

I'm leaving town
I'll be back soon
I'm taking a ride
in a hot air balloon.

The noise is loud
when the burners fire.
The heat takes me up
higher and higher.

I float in the sky.
It's a wonderful thing.
Now I know why
flying birds sing.

     I saw a hot air balloon floating on the horizon on Saturday and I've been thinking about it all week.  I'm going to draw a picture to go with this poem.  It shouldn't be too hard to draw a hot air balloon.  Today try drawing your picture first and then write your poem to go with it.  I'm thinking easy shapes, like an apple or a sail boat.  What do you think?

Flying Pigeons

fifty perched pigeons

fly off the gas station roof

making room for more

     Now that our weather is getting cooler, we are seeing more birds.  What birds are in your area?  Can you write a poems about birds today?  Have fun.

FLYING

Said Pilot Tailspin Tim,

"I'm ready to go again.

I think flying is great fun.

Any landing I walk away from

I know it is a good one."

     My father-in-law and I were talking about flying today.  He mentioned the "Any landing you walk away from is a good one."  I'd heard this before, but then he mentioned Tailspin Tim.  I did a search to figure out who said the quote, and what I found is that it is an old flying proverb.  Then I did a search on Tailspin Tim and found a Tailspin Tom who was an old movie serial character.  So, I figured Tailspin Tim was mine to use.  Your challenge for today is to write a poem about flying.


In my hand
I have a surprise.
Good for flying ,
here's the word.
Soft and tickley,
it's the feather
from a bird.

FLYING PIZZA

Pizzas are flying

in the sky.

Some soar low.

Some sail high.

Do be careful

as you race by

or else you'll get

pizza sauce

in your eye.


     I'm still being silly.  Everyone needs to write a pizza poem at some point.  While you are waiting for your order is a great time.  Why not try writing a pizza poem today?  It is OK to be silly.  What would you have if a pizza wanted to be a cowboy?  Have you ever eaten frog pizza?  (The frogs don't like it either.)  Have fun, and please share your creations.