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This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.
Showing posts with label grow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grow. Show all posts

Friday, February 12, 2016

SUNRISE

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Sunrise.
Welcome 
the birth
of a new day.
See
the gem
sparkle
over
the bay.
Watch 
light 
rise
into
the sky.
See
your future
drifting by.
When
all the world
has a rosy glow,
and the day
is full of magic
with room
to grow. 

  Happy Poetry Friday.  Were you up early enough to see the sunrise?  The sunrise in Kapaa today was at 7:26 AM.  It comes very late when I'm on the far west of the time zone and the sun has to get over the foothills before it gets to me. My sunset is after 6:30 in the evening.  What magic will happen for you today?  How will you grow yourself today?  Can you write a couplet about your Friday today?  Have fun writing.
Dreams are the soul's pantry.  Keep it well stocked and your soul will never hunger.  Cindy Williams


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Today is Poetry Friday and Kimberley Moran has the round up at her blog Written Reflections.  Thanks, Kimberley for throwing the poetry party this week





Monday, April 28, 2014

I DON'T KNOW

Clo is a girl who liked to say,
"I don't know what I'll do today."
She said, "I don't know 
how to launch a boat
how to row it 
or what makes it float."

She said, "I don't know 
all the nations on the globe
or how to sew a terry cloth robe.

"I don't know 
how to speak Japanese,
or how to measure the wind 
in this breeze.

"But the more I study
the more I know
and the more I learn
the more I grow."

   Last Thursday when I volunteered at my library helping children write their poems for Poem in Your Pocket Day, I met a Victoria who didn't know what she wanted to write her poem about.  Like Pierre in Maurice Sendak's Really Rosie, who kept repeating I don't care; Victoria kept repeating I don't know and so I suggested she write her poem about that.  Victoria chose to write her poem about a place she loves in Conneticut, but the I don't know phrase stuck in my head and I had to write a poem about it.  So here is your challenge for today, can you write a couplet to go in the middle of my poem about something Clo might know?  Have fun with your writing.