Piece me together out of the things that you see. Alone in a comfortably crowded room. You stalk a string, subdue a flannel mouse,.

Sometimes you just forget about things I guess. haha Anyway, I chose to write about Dr. Fox in Socks by Dr.

One Inch Tall by Shel Silverstein. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast. And last you seven days at least,. A flea would be a frightening beast. If you were one inch tall. And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed,.

Lunch Box Mail and Other Poems. I whithle when I talk. I wear a funny grin. Thure, I have a dollar. The fairy left for me. But what good ith a dollar. I love this poem for many reasons; one of which being the fact that it takes me back to my childhood. Who can forget their days of gap toothed smiles and speech impediments? The Two Sided Fear of December 7, 1941.

If you want to learn something well, offer to teach it. I will not play at Tug O War. Where everyone hugs, instead of tugs,. Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rugs,. Where everyone kisses and everyone grins,. And everyone cuddles and everyone wins.

Passion moves History, The Sands of Time Run, Children Play in the Hills, One Day the Pain Will End. La Passione Commuove La Storia. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Poems in Black and White. Poems in Black and White. That is your furry guise. The Weedflower and the Sparrow.

Thanks for dropping by Hannah Meadows! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. Aluets by Hannah Meadows and Katelyn Creed. Mdash; Leave a comment. Could we go again? With the strike of a match. American fighter planes run out. We find not a single leaf we recognize We find not a single leaf we recognize. Always the smell of rot. Before they are lost forever? Grows along the road.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting. For this moment to arise. Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

It is just so adorable and happy! I love the rhyme and positive imagery throughout the poem. The poem reminds me of giggling with a friend as we play with our toys on the carpet floor. Best interest to cooperate with others because it is fun! After you spend a couple of hours with a child, they will hug you the next time they see you! .