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Susanna Leonard Hill’s Halloweensie Contest – Entry: A Warlock’s Brew

27 Oct
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Hiya & Happy Halloween!

It’s time for Susanna Leonard Hill’s 4th Annual Halloweensie Contest– YAY! This is my second year entering and it’s so much fun! I’m happy to let y’all know that I’m alive and well…it’s been so long since I’ve posted any written pieces, that I’m a wee bit chicken.

If you haven’t visited to read the contest entries written for children, I urge you to do it with your family. They will entertain you for hours!

Entries can be funny, scary or anything in between, poetry or prose, but they must have 100 words or less, AND contain the words: broomstick, creak and pumpkin.

Me, I’m going with a poem again. I hope you enjoy it. :0)




The attic creaked, as the young warlock sneaked,

to snatch up a broomstick, while baby bats squeaked. 

His mission? To whip up a strong magic brew. 

He added a pumpkin, a kitten’s mew too.


Stirring the potion, he conjured the spell, 

letting loose in the night his most frightening yell, 

“Break this feuding witches’ curse.

They fight all the time. I don’t know which witch is worse. 


Last time, they vanished. No witch was found. 

Tonight’s All Hallow’s Eve, and I want them around! 

Sure, they’re both ruthless, rotten, and bad. 

But they’re the best grandmas this boy’s ever had!”

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Month of Poetry – Counting Claude – Children’s Poem

16 Jan

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Claude counted numbers one by one,

Always having lots of fun.

He finished numbers, started over,

Counting blooms of fresh new clover.


When he tired of counting clover,

He ran to count on his dog Rover.

Attempting to total the spots on his face,

When Rover split to give fast chase.


The cat fled, scrambling cute ‘lil kittens,

Wearing soft and fluffy mittens.

The couch held twenty-four gloved paws,

Claude counted while detaching claws.


When dinner came, Claude counted peas.

He gulped them down in sets of threes.

He flopped in bed, dropped in a heap,

Of course, Claude started counting sheep.

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Don’t ask. This one has driven me crazy!

Month of Poetry – What’s Over The Fence? – Children’s #Poem – #MoP14

10 Jan
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Image- One4Pets


“What’s over the fence, Flour?”

“Don’t think about that stuff, Fluff.”

“Tall and wide and really high,

Climbing’s much too tough.”


“Fly Boy might know the place.

He flies everywhere.”

“Why do you care so much,

About what’s over there?”


“I’ve just got to know.

Fly Boy, Fly Boy, CAW, CAW.

Please show up and tell us.

What is it that you saw?” 


“I heard you guys meowing,

Over two long blocks away.

What is it that you wanted?

What can I do for you today?”


“Tell us please, what’s over that fence?

We really want to know.”

“A kitten’s playground’s what I’d call it.

You really ought to go!”


“What’s it got, that’s so much fun,

For us two baby cats?

Toys, a ball, or could it be,

Some tempting, tasty rats?”


“Yes, but there is so much more,

Of which you’d both be fond.

The old lady is a sweetheart.

She’s even got a pond!”


“A pond fresh full of goldfish,

Swimming in the sun.

I’d get going right away.

You’d both have lots of fun!”


“Keep climbing, Fluff pushed Flour.”

“I’m trying, but I got a blister.”

Little did the kitts know,

They had teased old Fly Boy’s sister.


Once they bound over the fence.

They got a great surprise.

Fluff and Flour scampered,

When they met six canine eyes!

First Draft- Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved

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Image- Attack of the Cute

Thanks for the prompt, Carlie. Keep ’em coming folks! :0)

Month of Poetry – Snowball Bullies – Children’s #Poem – #MoP14

8 Jan
Artist- Gabor Toth

Artist- Gabor Toth


I don’t want to walk to school,

Crunch through snow and slide on streets.

Wrapped up like a mummy,

Puffy coat instead of sheets.


Bullies waiting down the block,

To cover me with snow.

I can’t go to school today.

Please don’t make me go!


What? You say you’ll walk me?

Why not scold me first?

I’d prefer a talking-to.

Being laughed at, that’s the worst!


Okay, I am going,

to try another route to school.

Through the woods and up the hill.

Being chicken ain’t so cool.


Nuts, I’ve been outsmarted.

They are right at School House Gate.

Cringing down, I duck my head.

I shiver and I wait.


What’s the funny sound,

Whizzing right above my head?

Bully boys went running,

‘Cause they hit the dean instead!   

 —First Draft- Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved

Thanks for popping in!

I wanted to add a disclaimer if I may. These poems are no way in a million years far from submission ready pieces. But the more one writes, the more one learns, and that’s where I am with rhyme. That’s why I take up these challenges.

There’s a whole science behind it…rhythm, meter, scansion. I’ve been studying it, and working hard to get the ‘knack’ of it. But banging them out in a day doesn’t give me enough time to polish them as much as I’d like to.  

I truly appreciate your kind words of encouragement; it keeps me going! I would love it if you’d suggest prompts for kids’ poems that you’d like me to write about. It could keep my juices flowing and help me hit the mark.

Thanks so much for your kind support.

Best, Donna :0)

Month of Poetry – Pirate Ships – Children’s #Poem #MoP14

6 Jan
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Coloring Page- Click on image

Pirate Ships

Love to sail my pirate ship,

The sea’s my sudsy tub.

Pretend I’m stealing treasure,

As I scrub, and rub a dub.


My men are brave and able.

Today they swab the decks.

They gab about and wonder,

What town we’ll pillage next.


Suddenly a ship appeared,

It flew a skull and bones

If we didn’t think real fast.

We’d sleep with Davy Jones.


When the ship got close to ours,

My men jumped right on deck,

Took the captain by the arms,

And held him tight in check.


In turn, our ship was boarded.

I ran to join my crew.

Swords and fists flew everywhere.

How would it end? Who knew?


When we thought all might be lost,

My doggie splashed right in.

The enemy ship was tipped.

Hurray, hurrah! We win!


First Draft–Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved

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