Up to my ankles Or just past my knees… Here we go walking Through the gold leaves. *Special thanks to the artistic talents of Eva for the illustration
Goodbye alarm clock, Hello sleeping in. Goodbye packed lunch, Hello ice cream on my chin. Goodbye homework, Hello park. Goodbye math class, Hello stay up ’till dark. Goodbye sweaters, Hello sun. Goodbye school… Hello fun!
Giggling through The grass he goes, Savouring his Fresh bare toes. Sunshine has Replace the frost, Hence why both shoes Have been tossed. As ever, a special thanks to my illustrator, Eva.
Every single kid I know: Brie, Caleb, Leighlyn, Ruth… Each person in my class- All of them have lost a tooth! No pillow treats, or dollars, dimes- I simply don’t fit in, For I’m the only kid who’s stuck Without my jack-o-lantern grin.
There, look! Lost among flyers, Papers and bills Hidden in wonder, Smiles and thrills. Tucked deep In the mailbox, Yes-could it be? I find a letter Written for me. Coming up soon: summer survival plans, the ultimate holiday read list for kids, and more poetry play. See you all next week! ~K
In the dark At my seat, Got some popcorn And a treat. The show begins, Action galore! Swords and monsters- I want more. What happens next? Can’t wait to see. There’s just one problem: Got to pee.
A is for apple pie, it just can’t be beat. B for the bagels we buy down the street. C for Dad’s curry, spicy and hot. D is for doughnuts-just don’t eat a lot. E for the eggplant that Mom makes us try, F is the fudge we’d much rather buy!… Read More Alphafeast
My purple giraffe He makes me laugh And this is what makes him So funny: Again and again Though we try to explain, Yet still he’s convinced He’s a bunny!
Candy blocks! Sugar rocks, Gummie bears! Lollipops! Lemon drops Sold in pairs! Caramel! Fudge as well? What’s a kid to do? What to get? Here I fret With a buck or two!
Writing is increasingly becoming a big part of my life. The blog, poems, my stories… Considering that I want to be a children’s author when/if I grow up, this is good. Paper, a fountain pen, and a pot of my favourite tea– give me that and I’m a happy girl. These days, my fountain pen… Read More Writing Up a Furious Storm of Words