My Favorite Book

Path

MY FAVORITE BOOK

Come along, old friend.
Let’s walk your road again.
I know each bend,
each rise
and fall.
I know it all, yet
every time you show me more
a twisted root
a hidden door
a sheltered nook
I’ve passed but never seen before.

Let’s run your road, this well-worn path.
We’ll kick up dust,
and later when I stop to rest,

I’ll feel your breath upon my back
press me
                                                                                     toward

                                                                                      The End.

Poetry Friday — Making sense of nonsense

Who ever said that nonsense had to have a point? It’s easy for kids to make their own sense of nonsense. There needs to be some sort of logic even within your created world. But sometimes something that makes adults go “huh?’ or “meh.” makes a child laugh hysterically. I’m not really a naturally funny poem writer. But my eight year old daughter considers this poem of mine to be hilarious:

Stripes

I tried to write a poem of stripes.
It didn’t work too well.
I started rhyming stripe with gripe
Then realized I would fail.
So I started once again
erasing what I’d typed.
But still I cannot find a way
to make this poem striped.


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