Category: Poetry

I picked a stickery flower From a stickery thistle. Now if I were a grown-up, I’d shake my hand and whistle. There are so many stickers That my hand is turning red. Since I haven’t learned to whistle, I guess that I’ll just cry instead.

Mom said Sis had talked and talked, Throughout the live long day. I asked her what Sis talked about, Mom said, “She didn’t say.” My granddaughter, Alyssa, is just emerging from the Chatterbox stage. She has been saying, “Why” in response to everything you say for quite some time now. After spending a day around […]

They stood there in awe The father and his boy, Was this some type of magic Or the Devil’s toy? They lived out in the boonies And the father thought a pity. That his mountain family Had never seen the city. So there his son and he Stood waiting for his wife, He’d never seen […]

I guess I’m a lousy gardener You can’t say I haven’t tried. But this is the very last straw Two rocks in my rock garden died.

I found a four leaf clover, It’s a very lucky thing. I spotted it while swinging, In our schoolyard playground swing. I hope that it is lucky Cause I need some luck real soon. Our teacher’s giving us a test, In math this afternoon.