How Things Work By Gary Soto Today it’s going to cost us twenty dollars To live. Five for a softball. Four for a book, A handful of ones for coffee and two sweet rolls, Bus fare, rosin for your mother’s violin. We’re completing our task. The tip I left For the waitress filters down Like … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 12
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National Poetry Month – Day 9
Doors by Carl Sandburg An open door says, “Come in.” A shut door says, “Who are you?” Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors. If a door is shut and you want it shut, why open it? If a door is open and you want it open, why shut it? Doors forget but only doors … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 9
National Poetry Month – Day 8
Name that dog! by Peggy Archer Happy puppies, scrappy puppies, puppies playing games. Shaggy puppies, waggy puppies each one needs a name. A stick-fetching, ball catching, name that you can call a yip-yapping, water-lapping puppy, big or small. Perky puppies, peppy puppies - none of them the same. So jump into the alphabet and pick … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 8
National Poetry Month – Day 7
With baseball cards and clothespins, we make our bikes sound like motorcycles. From Guyku: a year of haiku for boys by Bob Raczka
National Poetry Month – Day 6
Oh Mother, I am blue today "Oh Mother, I am blue today, I don't know why or how. There's never been another child as blue as I am now." "I see you're blue," my mother said, "and this is what I think - if you would rather not be blue, don't bathe again in ink." … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 6
National Poetry Month – Day 5
Sharks Mentally, we're an ideal match! Dentally, you're my perfect catch! Caterpillars I'm finding a leaf. You're taking a bite. Wait a few weeks and our hearts will take flight. Chameleons You and I could be a team, if we agree on a color scheme. Three poems from the collection Twosomes: love poems from the … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 5
National Poetry Month – Day 4
Antoinette Leach came in from the beach by James Marshall Antoinette Leach came in from the beach with a lobster asleep in her curls. Said her mother, "My dear, it's perfectly clear, you're simply not like other girls." From Pocketful of Nonsense, pg 22. This fun poem is actually a limerick - which is a … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 4
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