Dinky Trails
I had a hamster named Dinky you see,
she had a habit of escaping to locate me.
She’d prowl the house, all night long,
It’s obvious, her searches were often, prolonged.
At times I’d feel her in my bed,
though I was never filled with dread;
for Dinky loved me, oh so dearly,
such passion, she poured into the search, clearly.
Hamsters are like little Houdini’s,
escaping in oh, time’s aplenty.
Dinky was so easy to find,
her tiny trails, I didn’t mind.
Though once or twice, they were quite high,
filling my chest of drawers, so wide.
Between the layers, tiny brown piddles,
her executed escapes, left one big riddle.
Short of a padlock, her home was secured,
with fitted tops, stacks of books, hooks and boards.
But, Dinky Houdini, pulled off many escapes
and I never knew, to what, I’d awake.
turtle
The turtle
Does little
But sleep
On a stone,
Alone
In his glass
Bowl.
Is he bored
By it all?
Does he hope
Something
Will happen,
After a hundred
Naps?
Or is it enough
To wake
Quietly,
Shawled
In the shade
Of his
Shell?
Valerie Worth
This week I'll be sharing poems about different kinds of pets.
Send me a picture and some information or a poem about your pet and I will post it here!
Puppies
There were puppies on the sofa
And puppies on the chairs
And puppies in the dining room
And on the cellar stairs
There were cold ones on the icebox
And hot ones near the stove
There were puppies by the pack and herd
And puppies by the drove
There were puppies in the parlor
And puppies in the hall
And puppies on the porch and roof
And on the garden wall
There were puppies in the attic
In the bedroom
In the den
And even in the closets
There were puppies (nine or ten)
"Look at all those puppies, Henry.
Aren't they just dear?"
"Enjoy them while they're puppies, Jane
They'll be full-grown dogs next year."
Jack Kent
I notice the word puppies is repeated in practically every other line of the poem. This reinforces the idea that there are so many puppies. What is something you notice about the poem?
On Monday, we remember and are especially grateful to the men and women who have served and died in the service of protecting our country. Memorial Day used to be called Decoration Day. It is a federal holiday in the United States for honoring and mourning the soldiers and other military who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.
Remembering Day
All the soldiers marching along;
All the children singing a song;
Al the flowers dewy and sweet;
All the flags hung out in the street;
Our hearts throb in a grateful way---
For this is our Remembering Day.
Mary Wright Saunders
Memorial Day
It started right after the Civil War.
Our country was trying for wholeness once more.
Flowers were placed by an unmarked grave
To honor the fallen men, hardy and brave,
Whose lives had been given, our freedom to save.
Today, we will honor all men, brave and true
Who fought to protect us-- to guard me and you.
A freedom worth having, to keep it secure,
Takes a wide-awake heart and a hand that is sure
And a humble remembrance of what went before.
Mary Gray
This poem by Lilian Moore is especially for my first grade friends who are practicing words with blends. Can you find and read the words with blends and digraphs? Remember they can be at the beginning, middle or ends of words!
Sometimes
Sometimes
when I skip or hop
or when I am
jumping
Suddenly
I like to stop
and listen to me
thumping.
How many did you find?
What does the poet mean by thumping?
What do you think is thumping?
Yesterday's poem was describing a safety pin!
Both of today's poems are about losing a tooth, and they even use the same word- wiggly- to describe it. Can you find any ways the poems are different?
What words would you use in a poem about your own loose tooth?
My Loose Tooth
I had a loose tooth, a wiggly, jiggly loose tooth.
I had a loose tooth, hanging by a thread.
So I pulled my loose tooth, this wiggly, jiggly loose tooth,
And put it 'neath the pillow when I went up to bed.
The fairies took my loose tooth, my wiggly jiggly loose tooth,
So now I have a nickel, and a hole in me head.
Ruth Kanarek
Wiggly Tooth
Once I had a little tooth
That wobbled every day;
When I ate and when I talked,
It wiggled every way.
Then I had some candy--
A sticky taffy roll;
Now where my wiggly tooth was--
Is nothing but a hole.
Lillie D. Chaffin
