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From an exercise in my writing course… The cry is anguished, inhuman, such a painfully lonely sound in that single note – enough that Perry and I stop to listen, panting. An animal. Hurt, by the sounds of it. The sky has paled to a cold purplish haze, the last dipping rays of the dying sun…
A Shel Silverstein-inspired poem about a weird creature who likes to wear crocs.
A short poem about a grandkid wondering why grandpa is bald.
I’m the one who steals your socks
and messes up your bed.
When you wash your white laundry
I add in something red!
I like to throw around ki
Grab a brush,
let’s paint the sky.
We’ll start with stars
and things that fly!
Then we’ll make
the brightest sun,
we’ll use all shades
’til
A kid’s short picture book about Easter.
“Come with me!” said Toad to the dog, “It’s time we see the world!” “Bark!” Said the dog, “I’d love to, dear frog! “What’s there to see? Oh do, tell me please!” “The world,” said Toad, with a big friendly smile, “is a very grand place, so big and astounding!” “How big?” Asked the terrier, “more than a mile?”
A short, false-rhyme poem about a cat, a teacup, and a boy.