Two Coyotes

One coyote lopes 
down the road.
He sees me and 
stops to hold. (I know, this is a slip rhyme.)
Along comes another, 
now there are two.
They look at me, 
what should they do?
They run up a driveway, 
leap a fence,
race in the arroyo, and
I haven't seen them since.  (Another slip.)

     This is what a I saw on my morning walk.  What a gift!  I know that ten years from now children will not be able to see coyotes running free in the desert because people will have taken over their habitat.  Have fun writing your poem today.

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?

Little Puffer Fish

If you go swimming
in a blue lagoon
you might see a fish
who is a big balloon.

Most the time he is
little and flat,
but if there is danger
he puffs up fat.

Stay away from him;
he is poisonous,
swimming too close
is very dangerous.

A puffer fish
has tiny fins.
When he puffs up
he floats more than swims.



     It is fish poetry day.  Can you write a poem today about a fish?  Can you read your poem to a fish?  If you were a fish what kind of poem would you like to hear?

Tale of the Mermaid

A mermaid swimming

in the deep blue sea

was sad as sad

as a mermaid can be.

“I'm tired of living

down here in the sea.

I want to fly off and see

what there's to see. “

Said a whale swimming by,

“Please don't leave me,

for you are our beauty

of the deep blue sea.”

“Oh, I'm going,” said the mermaid.

“And I'm leaving soon.

I want to ride

in a hot air balloon.”

“No, don't go away.

Please don't even try.

In a hot air balloon,

you'd surely die.”

“Can't you see,

I want to be free.

Up in the air

I want to fly.”

“Then I'll tell you

what I can do.”

said the whale trying

to be a friend true. (yes, I know this is a reversal, it needs work.)

“If you lie upon my blowhole

I'll try to help with your flight goal.

I'll blow a spout,

shoot it high

up in the sky,

you will fly.

“You can have a look.

I'll give you the ride,

and when you're done

come down inside

the deep, deep,

blue, blue sea

to be with me,

my beauty.”

So the mermaid lay upon the spout

and let the whale

blow her out.

She went flying

ever so high

and enjoyed the view

from in the sky.

Then she flew

back into the sea

and once more

was glad she could be

the mermaid from

the deep blue sea.

She shared with everyone

her beauty

and stories about

flying wild and free.

      Happy Monday, I'm busy working on my taxes.  This poem is definitely a draft.  I'll keep working on it. (Is it as bad as I think it is? I shouldn't have gotten up this morning.)  Any suggestions?  Just enjoy thinking about the friendship between a whale and a mermaid.  Can you write a very short poem of a conversation between them?

SUNDAY'S SONG

Sing a song of Sunday
a silly little thing.
Wind is blowing,
bushes bending.
wind chimes sing.

     Can you write a poem today that uses your senses?  What do you see, smell, hear, feel and taste?  Happy writing.

DESERT WALK

Taking a walk
in the desert with you
I see things differently--
a new kind of true.

The quail scurry
the rabbit hops
I don't want this walk
to ever stop.

The birds are singing
a happy tune,
I look up to see
a daylight moon.

The sky seems even
bluer than blue
when I take a walk
in the dessert with you.


      Take a walk today and try writing a poem about the things you see, smell, hear and feel.  Have fun writing.

THE PEAR TREE

Spring is coming.
The pear tree blooms.
Each blossom lacy.
Its glory looms.
Each petal a snow flake
Falling in the breeze.
As small green fists
Push out on the trees.
The leaves on branches
In wonder they bring
Sounds of their coming
For birds of the spring.


    It has been an unusual week.  I took this picture on Tuesday when it was 73 degrees. On Wednesday we had snow, something almost unheard of in Tucson.
But my daffodils are showing yellow about ready to bloom.
    I hope your winter is almost over too.  Can you write a poem about the coming of spring?  What does spring mean to you?  Robins?  Paperwhites?  Violets?  Tree frogs singing?  Have fun writing your poem.

   Poetry Friday roundup is hosted this week by Sheri Doyle at sheridoyle.blogspot.com   Thank you, Sheri.  I enjoyed reading about your Dad.  My father-in-law had his 92nd birthday today.