MY SMILE

I put a smile
upon my face
I wear it
like a crown.
I skip.
I dance.
I even race
my smile
all over town.

     Your challenge for today is to write a happy poem.  What makes you happy?  What are some fun things you like to do?  Have fun writing your poem.
     The Friday Poetry Roundup is hosted by Tabatha Yeatts this week.  Hop over to her blog The Opposite of Indifference for more poetry fun.  Thanks Tabatha for all the wonderful things you do for us.

LITTLE SQUIRREL

Little squirrel racing by,
with your tail flying high,
when you dash into your burrow
will I see you run tomorrow?


   I saw a little squirrel race around a creosote bush this morning.  It always surprises me when I see one.  Squirrels in the dessert are ground rodents.  There aren't a lot of trees to climb here.  Our squirrels are about the size of a chipmunk and they burrow in the ground.  
Originally I wrote this poem about the squirrel racing with an acorn in his mouth, but as I read it, I knew that wasn't right.  There aren't any oak trees around here for the squirrels to steal acorns from so I had to re-write the ending to my poem.  And, I've never had a squirrel stealing bird seed from my bird feeder in Tucson because they can't get to the feeder.  There aren't trees to leap from to get to the feeder.  So, what kind of squirrels are there where you live?  Can you write your own squirrel poem today?  Do you know what it means when someone is described as a little squirrely?  Have fun working on your poem today.

KICKING ROCKS

Rip-ity,

     Rapp-ity,

          Rick-ity,

                ROLL.

My rock

    r
     a
       c
        e
          s

with a flick
of my toe.

     This poem has a lot of "r" words.  Have you ever had rock races with a friend?    The one that kicks the hardest, or has the biggest rock, isn't always the winner.  It takes practice to be a good rock kicker.
I like rocks a lot.  I have a growing collection of rocks.  (Did I ever tell you about my friend who collected rocks when he was a kid?  He had such a nice collection that when he grew up he sold his collection and had enough money to put a down payment on his house.) Can you write your own poem about rocks today?  Have fun. 

MONDAY MORNING SLOG

Some mornings 
I don't want
to get up at all.
Back in my bed,
I want to crawl.

It is then
that I plaster
a smile on my face.
I get up, get dressed
and join the human race.


     Do you ever have mornings when you don't want to get up?  What would you do if you could spend the whole day in bed?  Can you write an ode to your bed today?  Enjoy your writing.