Write a children's poem!

[Brigid Briton]

Deb has just posted a neat little children's poem by Karla Kuskin: poetry-here-and-now.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=podiscussion&action=display&thread=1154&page=1 Why not try your hand at writing something that would appeal to a child, and post it as a birthday gift to Deb. (Whose birthday is today, January 30).

Here's my entry:

The Things That Bobby Does

Our dear dog Bobby is getting quite old.
He doesn't see well and he limps when it's cold.

He doesn't behave when you tell him to stay
and he'd rather sleep when you want him to play.

He splashes his water all over the floor
and he's left his claw marks in the wood of the door.

He sheds and he smells and tracks mud in the hall,
and he won't fetch a stick or even a ball,

but he thumps his old tail when you say his name
and life without Bobby just won't be the same.

His muzzle is silver but his heart is still gold,
so be gentle with Bobby---he's getting quite old.




Brigid

[diannet]

Oh...I am late....but HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEB! I do hope you had a wonderful day!

I loved your entry Brigid...has real meaning for me at the moment, as my old dog Sonny is nearing the end...we take one day at a time...though she was a cheeky little thing this afternoon but it was wonderful to see!
My entry is a poem I re-wrote last year as possibly a childrens poem.

The Puddle Fisherman


Stories of the fisherman
are passed around each day.
Like the grand old cod,
and the one that got away.

But never has a story
captured such imagination.
As the sight of this chubby chap, Walter,
and his sheer determination.

For yabbies tickled his tastebuds,
and he yearned for a grand feast,
so he trudged out into the bush,
in search of the crayfish beast.

He crossed rugged foothills
and tracks sunken in the mud.
The thrill of the intended catch,
churning up his blood.

It was hot, it was clammy,
but Walter found his treasured spot.
As he baited up his lines,
he dreamed of yabbies in a pot.

Walter tossed out his line and waited,
the hours went by without a bite.
Those yabbies were just under the water,
but they were keeping out of sight.

Poor Walter was hot and cranky,
and building up quite a sweat.
He refused to be defeated,
so he grabbed his trusty net.

Walter plunged the net into the water,
he'd give them cause to worry.
Alas, he came up empty,
no yabbies for his evening curry.

Back down the road he trudged,
hungry and homeward bound.
It was while sloshing through the puddles,
Walter had an idea he thought was sound.

Why not fish the puddle?
There's a chance, there could well be,
a stash of yummy yabbies,
he could cook up for his tea.

Walter pulled the net through the water
and let out a "crikey" and a scream,
for he'd found what he was after,
in a muddy puddle, not a stream.

Oh Walter was delighted,
at finding the crayfish he desired
and he fished that little puddle
til exhausted, he retired.

Now there's fishing tales a plenty
but there's none that can compare,
to Walter the Puddle Fisherman,
I mean really, would you, dare!

[Brigid Briton]

Hiya Dianne,

Great entry! I think you might have a whole children's book here!

[SweetSilverBird]

Jan 30, 2012 8:20:09 GMT -6 Brigid Briton said:

Deb has just posted a neat little children's poem by Karla Kuskin: poetry-here-and-now.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=podiscussion&action=display&thread=1154&page=1 Why not try your hand at writing something that would appeal to a child, and post it as a birthday gift to Deb. (Whose birthday is today, January 30).

Here's my entry:

The Things That Bobby Does

Our dear dog Bobby is getting quite old.
He doesn't see well and he limps when it's cold.

He doesn't behave when you tell him to stay
and he'd rather sleep when you want him to play.

He splashes his water all over the floor
and he's left his claw marks in the wood of the door.

He sheds and he smells and tracks mud in the hall,
and he won't fetch a stick or even a ball,

but he thumps his old tail when you say his name
and life without Bobby just won't be the same.

His muzzle is silver but his heart is still gold,
so be gentle with Bobby---he's getting quite old.




Brigid

Oh Brigid, what a dear little poem! Even though there is forshadowing of all not being well for the poor doggie - the sun is out for him today. I loved it. I'm sure any child would too.

[SweetSilverBird]

Thanks to both of you, Brigid and Diannet for wishing me a Happy Birthday.. which I promptly did.

Diannet I was charmed by this rollicking story of the quest for the elusive yabbie crayture! It was a thrill and had a lot of movement and excitement that carries one right along. Now I want some yabbies too!

Thanks a lot....