Happy Father's Day, Dad.
You're my hero and I'm glad
when you take me to the park
and push my swing until dark.
I like when we see parades
and listen to the marching band.
I'm glad today is Father's Day.
I think my dad is grand.
Did you write a poem for your dad today? Did you do something to honor the men in your life? Try writing a poem about what you did today. Have fun writing. Happy Sunday.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Sorry my internet connection was down on Saturday and most of Sunday. To catch up to my poem-a-day, I'm back dating poems.
Fudgsicle popsicle
I like to eat.
Fudgsicle popsicle
frosty cold treat.
Chocolate drop, fudge pop
chilly on my lip.
Chocolate drop, fudge pop
do not let it drip.
What is your favorite cold treat for hot weather? Can you write a poem about that? Have fun thinking of all that good food.
A children's poet is committed to the concrete.
Fudgsicle popsicle
I like to eat.
Fudgsicle popsicle
frosty cold treat.
Chocolate drop, fudge pop
chilly on my lip.
Chocolate drop, fudge pop
do not let it drip.
What is your favorite cold treat for hot weather? Can you write a poem about that? Have fun thinking of all that good food.
A children's poet is committed to the concrete.
Friday, June 19, 2015
HAIR
I got a summer hair cut
now my hair is short and sweet
and I don't have to worry
after every swimming meet.
Do you get a summer hair cut? After you go swimming is fixing your hair a chore? Do you have to wear a swimming cap to keep your hair dry? Your poetry challenge for today is to write a poem about hair--your hair, the dog's hair, even the lack of hair. Have fun writing.
The stars we are given. The constellations we make. Rebecca Solnit
now my hair is short and sweet
and I don't have to worry
after every swimming meet.
Do you get a summer hair cut? After you go swimming is fixing your hair a chore? Do you have to wear a swimming cap to keep your hair dry? Your poetry challenge for today is to write a poem about hair--your hair, the dog's hair, even the lack of hair. Have fun writing.
The stars we are given. The constellations we make. Rebecca Solnit
Thursday, June 18, 2015
WEATHER REPORT
I sit at my desk
on work I'm toiling
Outside it's 111
Would that be boiling?
How hot is it in your part of the world? Can you write your own poem today about the heat?
I talked to my sister yesterday and she was wearing a sweater. Her temperature was half of what mine is.
She is in Australia and it's winter time there. Have fun working on your poem today. Answer the question, how hot is it? Write on!
A good children's poem can keep you warm on a cold night.
on work I'm toiling
Outside it's 111
Would that be boiling?
How hot is it in your part of the world? Can you write your own poem today about the heat?
I talked to my sister yesterday and she was wearing a sweater. Her temperature was half of what mine is.
She is in Australia and it's winter time there. Have fun working on your poem today. Answer the question, how hot is it? Write on!
A good children's poem can keep you warm on a cold night.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
WHERE ARE MY SHOES?
I took them off when I got home.
I left them by the door.
I knew my mom would yell at me
if I muddied up the floor.
Last night I heard the raindrops fall.
The thunder gave a roar.
And now my shoes are wetter
than they've ever been before.
I can not wear my shoes.
They are too squishy wet.
I do not have another pair
I can run and get.
The time is getting late.
I must be off to school.
And if I wear my slippers,
do you think
I'll look
a fool?
What do you think would happen if you wore your bunny slippers to school? Have you ever gotten your shoes so wet you couldn't wear them? What did you do? This poem, is actually a true story. When my boys were young, their feet grew so fast that they only had one pair of school shoes at a time. The dirty shoes got left outside and it rained over night. Can you write your own poem today about one time someone wore something funny, elegant, or different to school? Does your school have a backwards day?
Have fun writing.
I left them by the door.
I knew my mom would yell at me
if I muddied up the floor.
Last night I heard the raindrops fall.
The thunder gave a roar.
And now my shoes are wetter
than they've ever been before.
I can not wear my shoes.
They are too squishy wet.
I do not have another pair
I can run and get.
The time is getting late.
I must be off to school.
And if I wear my slippers,
do you think
I'll look
a fool?
What do you think would happen if you wore your bunny slippers to school? Have you ever gotten your shoes so wet you couldn't wear them? What did you do? This poem, is actually a true story. When my boys were young, their feet grew so fast that they only had one pair of school shoes at a time. The dirty shoes got left outside and it rained over night. Can you write your own poem today about one time someone wore something funny, elegant, or different to school? Does your school have a backwards day?
Have fun writing.
Reading children's poetry is one way of understanding our world.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
WHERE ARE MY SHOES
I can't find my shoes.
I'm looking every where.
Kitchen, car, bathroom,
even the foot of the stair.
I looked under my bed
and in the closet too.
Every where I looked
I couldn't find my shoes.
I looked under the cushions
in our TV room.
I didn't find my shoes,
just a dirty spoon.
I looked inside the washer
in the laundry room.
I MUST find my shoes.
I've got to do it soon.
Then I heard our cat.
She was making mews.
There I saw my baseball mitt,
but I did NOT see my shoes.
The last time that I had them
I was playing by the creek.
My shoes were getting muddy.
They made an awful squeak.
Have you ever lost something? What did you do? Do you know you found it in the last place you looked? Tomorrow I will finish this hunt for the shoes. But, for today, can you try writing your own poem about a hunt? Do have fun writing your poem.
Writing poetry for children at its deepest, is a letter to our younger self.
I'm looking every where.
Kitchen, car, bathroom,
even the foot of the stair.
I looked under my bed
and in the closet too.
Every where I looked
I couldn't find my shoes.
I looked under the cushions
in our TV room.
I didn't find my shoes,
just a dirty spoon.
I looked inside the washer
in the laundry room.
I MUST find my shoes.
I've got to do it soon.
Then I heard our cat.
She was making mews.
There I saw my baseball mitt,
but I did NOT see my shoes.
The last time that I had them
I was playing by the creek.
My shoes were getting muddy.
They made an awful squeak.
Have you ever lost something? What did you do? Do you know you found it in the last place you looked? Tomorrow I will finish this hunt for the shoes. But, for today, can you try writing your own poem about a hunt? Do have fun writing your poem.
Writing poetry for children at its deepest, is a letter to our younger self.
Monday, June 15, 2015
ONE HOT SUMMER 7
Will
the monsoons ever come?
Will
I see lightning?
Will
I hear thunder?
Once
more?
Yes,
the monsoons will come.
But
now it is summer.
Doves
coo and
the elf owl hoots a sweet lullaby
to sing you to sleep.
Listen.
Hush
now,
sleep,
the
monsoons have come.
Raindrops
splash
against
your window.
Cracks
of lightning shine
in
the sky,
and
everything is cool
and
green,
once
more.
So, there you have it. Everyone is waiting for the monsoon season to begin again. I hope you have enjoyed working your way through a week's worth of waiting for the monsoons.
I did want to share the headline from yesterday's newspaper with you. In Tucson, we really do wait for the monsoons to come.
This poem is inspired by NOW IT IS WINTER, written by Eileen Spinelli. The ending to her story is very different from mine. Her's is very elegant. Please read her book to see how it makes a great mentor poem. I hope my ending makes sense.
I did want to share the headline from yesterday's newspaper with you. In Tucson, we really do wait for the monsoons to come.
This poem is inspired by NOW IT IS WINTER, written by Eileen Spinelli. The ending to her story is very different from mine. Her's is very elegant. Please read her book to see how it makes a great mentor poem. I hope my ending makes sense.
Now for your poetry challenge. Look at poems you like and find what you think is a good end line. Now make that line the first line for your own poem. Have fun writing.
Writing Children's Poetry is the best place
I know to play.
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