Subway Story

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project


down, down, down, deep down in
the throat of the dark earth

down in the cold center
ant hills, maze of tunnels

down where darkness dawdles
where all light is man-made

little feet now shuffling
mounds of stairs and cement

little feet; fairy toes
tip-toe through swarms of folks

little feet curious
of earth and ants and light

walls of art; rainbow paint
words and lines, words and lines

walls of art bring beauty
to underground places

walls of art are calling…
for my hand print, as the
fancy bus flies by!

… linking up with dVerse who is taking us on a field-trip to the subway

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by wolfsrosebud on April 15, 2012  •  Permalink
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The Wind?

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project

I’ve stared and stared at scraggly trees,
while leaves flutter as twinkling stars.
I’ve wondered where comes the soft breeze?
Where did it start, I do not know?
It twists my hair as dancing leaves,
like a tangled thread called a sleave…
Perhaps, it’s made by godly weave.
A thought, how can I get to mars?

Over at dVerse we’re trying to figure out life by taking a natural process and describe it in poetic terms. A perfect topic for my kids project… they are always asking questions!

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by wolfsrosebud on April 12, 2012  •  Permalink
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Wishbone

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project; a bit of a sensitive issue today, none-the-less part of life.

Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know.
Daddy where did you need to go?
Mom’s always crying don’t you know?
Me and brother are all alone.

Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know.
Why do I feel gloomy, so low?
Dad, don’t you want to watch me grow?
“Please daddy, please come home,” he moans.

Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know.
Mom’s black eye, fingers in dough,
bubbles are popping as I blow;
time to shatter the dry wishbone.

Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know.
Baby brother’s hurt his big toe,
clouds are dark, it’s gonna snow!
Call and talk to me on the phone.

Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know.
So sad Daddy you had to go.
Mommy’s crying and Jesus knows.
Me and brother are not alone.

…linking up with

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by wolfsrosebud on April 12, 2012  •  Permalink
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The Frantic Feed

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project


I cannot tell you how
the geese arrive and float;
nor how they look like boats.
And as the breeze blows past,
maybe I’ll know how then
or sometime when I’m ten.

I never knew such a thing;
row upon row I do feed.
With prickly coarse, corn seed
which I dust in snug air;
like confetti it falls,
I hear so many calls.

I will not spare dry seed,
but will heap in my hand.
Dig my toes in shore sand;
the only thing I fear
I will miss one or two,
for that would make me blue!

Spun after reading Carl Sandburg’s (1878-1967) The Great Hunt

… linking up at http://pineriverreview.blogspot.com

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by wolfsrosebud on April 11, 2012  •  Permalink
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To the Western Wind

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project



Go you snow, with western wind, GO!
Beckon wings and all that sings;
peel back snow for buds to grow.
Kindle dry earth for little squirts!
Come forth spring sun,
let the children run
Wash their faces all aglow,
watching melting snow.

Thaw the ice, track the little mice.
Thaw ground where wiggle worms are found.
Ice cream dripping, humming birds sipping;
come forth spring sun,
let the children run!
Push the kids out the door,
clean mud from winter’s floor
Go you snow, with western wind, GO!


Inspired by: To the Thawing Wind / Robert Frost / (1874-1963) and to my poor dear bloggers who are still under snow!

…And linking up with dVerse later today!

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by wolfsrosebud on April 10, 2012  •  Permalink
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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, April 9


Picking Posies

“I will be like the dew to Israel; He shall grow like the lily, and lengthen his roots like Lebanon. His branches shall spread; His beauty shall be like an olive tree, and his fragrance like Lebanon.” Hosea 14:5-6

I’ve come to pick the posies…
this sweet springtime of the year.
Finger each small plum violet
and insert them in right here.

I’ve come to pick the posies…
pluck a dandelion, can it roar?
Watch birds fill the open sky,
dash right out the garden door!

I’ve come to pick the posies…
dance among the white clover;
wear the petals as a crown.
I’ll weep when spring is over.

I’ve come to pick the posies…
the Son pulls back all dark clouds.
I’ll stop and smell the sweet roses;
cute spring flowers are so dear.

I’ve come to pick the posies…
smell each heavenly lily,
then cradle them in my hands;
though grown-ups think me silly!

I will come to pick the posies…
this springtime of His year!

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project

Welcome to another week of Scribbling Spiritual Sand. What a glorious week to remember what Jesus did for all at the cross. Thanks so much for being part of this growing Christian Community. Tell your blogging friends to join us! For the month of April there will be no prompts.

  • Link to only your one post
  • Make sure to include a Scripture verse
  • Grab my button and post it on your page
  • If you’d like, leave a comment after linking
  • Take time to visit other participant’s post
  • Thanks for stopping in… and have a great week!




 
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by wolfsrosebud on April 9, 2012  •  Permalink
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A Child’s Easter Poem

Little child upon His knee…
We open the Easter book
her fingers turn the page,
she sees the hate and rage
“They really hurt Him, look…”

Little child upon His knee…
“What is the wooden cross?”
Her golden tresses tumble…
“It’s where He died I mumble.”
She smiles gladly… “He’s the boss!”

Little child upon His knee…
I grin and give her a hug
“He’s our great Lord and King…
remember the songs we sing?”
She curls closer… on the rug.

Little child upon His knee…
“Why is there blood on His face?”
Her blue eyes pierce my gaze;
death and pain are all a maze,
“Because of mercy and grace!”

Little child upon His knee…
“Where did the sad men put Him?”
“His body went in a tomb;
a cave-like resting room.”
“Can we sing the pretty hymn?”

Little child upon His knee…
Christ, Jesus lives today;
He lives, He lives, He lives…
“But Nana, what did He give?”
“His life was the price He paid.”

Little child upon His knee…
“Thank you Jesus for dying
for all my big, nasty sin…
and please let Your light shine in.”
Sadly, I now start crying.

Little child upon His knee…
Joyful toward heaven she looks,
“Thank You for my Mom and Dad
help them to be glad not sad;
thank You for Your Bible Book…”

Little child upon His knee…
prayers are simple as can be.

…linking up at

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by wolfsrosebud on April 7, 2012  •  Permalink
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Seaside Escapade

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project

Sandy beach
White capped waves
Peer through morning haze
Hot and sticky
Lively kites elevated
Summer days celebrated

Lofty dunes
Signs warn not to tread
No place for drowsy head
Humid and steamy
See the spirited gulls fly
In humid blue sky

Soggy sandals
Toes beneath the shore
Ocean floor to explore
Harsh and sultry
Shells heaped in my hand
As I amble grainy sand

…linking up at dVerse using one of Tracey Grumbach pics; visit her at: http://nineacresdesigns.com/

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by wolfsrosebud on April 7, 2012  •  Permalink
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Ranger Ride

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project

Liquid like gold surging up and down mound;
swell upon swell of brilliant browns are found.
Tumble and rumble all about this ride;
lugs us, tugs us to unmarked sphere and sound.

An awesome second, such ecstatic thrills
and prism colored clouds over kids shrills!
Our cheeks like cherries from the icy breeze.
Giggles, chuckles, and roars quickly do spill.

Of dripping kettles, till tummies tickle;
faster, faster… childhood quit fickle.
Secrets whispers aloud, over motor hum;
in the middle, I’m the lucky pickle.

Now it’s Creation’s panoramic side
in wonder of this beauty that God guides.
We float high above our seats enjoying
the tumbling, rumbling, stumbling Ranger ride

Gangling goose gawks and then squawks;
pleased to see we children need not walk.
“Did Edison or Ford ever daydream…
machines could render us to fly like hawks!

… linking up dverse where things are in quatrains!

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by wolfsrosebud on April 6, 2012  •  Permalink
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Morning in the Wood

April is National Poetry Month
I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project


I with happy, carefree heart
look through the wood
will see each trunk one-by-one;
would hide if I could.

I with longing hopeful heart;
with curious eye
search each branch for nesting bird
and watch them fly.

And when mother calls me in
I will surely go;
take wing just like that nesting bird,
for walking is too slow!

Written in light of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s (1992-1950) Afternoon on a Hill

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by wolfsrosebud on April 5, 2012  •  Permalink
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