Seasonal Thoughts
Ideas fall from sky
Spring to mind this– winter’s day
About summertime
–Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved
–Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved
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“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!
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A DATE WITH BROCCOLI
Mom said I have until,
The clock’s big hand strikes 3.
Finish all my veggies?
You might as well shoot me.
I can’t stand broccoli!
Don’t know why it grows.
It’s only here to torture kids.
To make ’em squirm, not grow.
The kitchen is empty.
I sit here all alone.
The clock has ticked, that is it.
It’s up to bed I groan.
I’d rather go to bed,
Than eat those yucky things.
Of all the food Mom had to cook,
Why not chicken wings?
— Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved
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FINGER PAINT
I love to finger paint
Mix colors everywhere
Mess it up, mush it round
Drop paint plops here and there
I love to finger paint
Smear dye to make designs
Better than coloring
No staying in the lines
I love to finger paint
It’s so much fun to do
A kid can have a ball
While getting dirty too
I love to finger paint
We paint a lot in school
But school is out today
At home it’s really cool
I love to finger paint
They hang them in the halls
Today Mama scolded,
“You painted on the walls!”
— Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.
I’ve been AWOL from my blog and social media far too long. It wasn’t because of the holidays really…well, maybe a little. I’ve been writing my fanny off for contests and revising picture book manuscripts for submission, which is a big goal of mine this year.
If you follow my blog, you know that I’m a sucker for writing challenges, and I’ve taken the plunge for the month of January. Children’s book author, Kathryn Apel runs Month of Poetry (#MOP), so I’ve decided to be accountable for posting a poem to my blog each day…you lucky devils. ;0)
I’m also participating in Shannon Abercrombie’s Start the Year Off Write 2014 Challenge. This challenge begins January 5th and is 21 days of 21 writing exercises to start the year off write. The prizes are to-die-for…critiques from agents and editors, so this girl’s gotta be there!
If that’s not enough, I’m a student in Susanna Leonard Hill’s month-long Making Picture Book Magic course. I’ve been dying to take this course for months, and received it as a Christmas gift!
Please forgive me for getting a late start. I will try to get a poem up every day from here on in. ;0)
As usual, they will be children’s poems. Here goes….
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LOST PUPPY
How will he find me?
How will my boy know?
Which way will he look?
Which way will he go?
I took a bad turn,
When I left the yard.
Sure, he will find me.
It shouldn’t be hard.
I hope he comes soon.
I’m wet and I’m cold.
I hope he’s not mad.
I hope he won’t scold.
Please come and find me.
Discover me soon.
I’m scared of the dark.
And that gloomy moon.
He can be angry,
and yell at me too.
I won’t run away.
No, that I won’t do.
What is that strange noise?
Could that be my boy?
Yippee, he found me!
My heart’s full of joy!
–Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved