Sunday Morning

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© 2015 Silverstein Potter

Sunday morning comes then goes,

out the door and down the road.

Monday comes, then Tuesday too.

Wednesday comes, and I’m halfway through.

Thursday is quite a mess.

Friday, I need a rest.

Saturday! Yay Saturday!

Please don’t go. Please, please stay.

Then Before I know it, the day is quickly done.

Saturday is gone, and Sunday has begun.

*I don’t even pretend to know anything about poetry. I love children’s rhymes. So this is my humble attempt. Have a great Sunday. I would love to hear from you…..

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Imagination

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Ice Cream Silverstein Potter

There is a place that I like to go.

It’s a peculiar place that nobody knows.

I peep around the corner,

and travel through my mind.

It’s not a difficult place to find.

There are monkeys, tigers, zebras, and bears.

If I stay for a while,

it can  give me a scare.

There are cars, books, trains, and trees.

Why sometimes, there’s even peas.

I venture to this place,

when I’m feeling blue,

and even when, I’m happy too.

I escape there so often, it could be my vocation.

It’s fabulous fun in my imagination.

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In honor of Kid’s Poetry Month and my favorite children’s author, Shel Silverstein, I am doing a poem challenge today. I would love it if you joined in. Feel free to place it in the comment section.

Happy Easter

You knew today’s post couldn’t be long. It’s Easter and I have three boys, enough said. Happy Easter everyone (for us it’s not about the bunny).

Right before I went to bed, this little poem came in my head ( Sorry, I think I’m still  stuck in rhyme mode).  So, naturally today’s challenge for me, and anyone else who wants, or has time to participate, is to write a poem about Easter.  My inspiration was the one, and only Shel Silverstein. I hope that you will try it and leave it in the comments.

Here the sun is shining, and the birds are singing their songs. It looks like it’s shaping up to be a beautiful Easter! I hope you have a great one!

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I look In the basket,

and all that I see,

is a chocolate bunny,

staring at me.

I  bite off his ears,

then ,I chomp off his head.

Next, goes his stomach,

and then, goes his legs.

The last thing to go, the last thing to eat.

Yep, you guessed it- his feet.

All that is left, all that remains,

is the foil that carries,

the poor bunny’s name.