LUNCH

My mom made this jello
and it kinda makes me squirm.
It's blue like ocean waters
and filled with gummy worms.
YUCK! 

    What is the most disgusting food you can think of?  When I was in Japan the pizza had baby octopi on it and I was given a dish of green oyster innards to eat.  Can you try writing a food poem today about all the yuckiest foods you can think of?  Have fun being gross. 

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.  --Helen Keller

Dragon Lily

Lily, a dragon,
on the first day of school
wore flowers around her neck
so she could look cool.

And when it was time
to go out and play,
Lily just sat
and sniffed on her lei.

So while other dragons
were breathing with flame,
 Lily was sweet
and acted quite tame.

MY PET DRAGON

I have a pet dragon
his name is Fred.
His scales often glow
and turn bright red.
Whenever I whistle
and call him by name,
Fred opens his mouth
and out breathes a flame.
I have to be careful.
You'd think I'd have learned,
that calling out, "Fred!"
will get myself burned.

   Penny Parker Klostermann's new picture book THERE WAS AN OLD DRAGON WHO SWALLOWED A KNIGHT arrived in the mail today.  I won the book from a draw at Renee LaTulippe's blog NO WATER RIVER. The book is lots of fun and it inspired me to write my own dragon poem.  Your poetry challenge for today is to try writing your own dragon poem.  If you had a dragon, what color would it be?  What would you name it?  What would you do with it?  Have fun writing.

Poetry comes with silence.

PETE, MY PARAKEET

I have a pet parakeet
and I named him Pistol Pete.
The bird sings tweet, tweet, tweet
to everyone that he meets.
Whenever I come around
Pete is perching
upside down.

MY PUPPY

I have a little puppy.
He's as cute as he can be.
He always wags his tail
Whenever he sees me.

I took him to the park
To let him run and play.
And now he wants a walk
Every single day.

Home on the Beach

On the beach waves break.
A sunset picture it makes.
Cool sand for a seat.
Foam rushes to seagull feet.
Salt sprays the air.
I want to rest there.
Palm trees on the cliff
sway to their own riff.
I do not want to roam.
The beach is my home.

MY CAT

My cat
is a curious thing.
She stalks birds
'til they take wing.

   If you had a cat, how would you describe her?  Can you write your own cat poem today?  What happens if you start with, "My cat is...?"

My cat
is a motor
she purrs to be fed.
All day she sleeps
upon my bed.

My cat twines
around my feet,
she purrs and purrs
for food to eat.

My cat
turns her nose 
up at fish.
She pushes it
from her food dish.

 " Time is a harp/ That plays to you till you fall asleep."  Hilda Conkling, "Shoes of the Wind"