Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Dancing Queen

My daughter and I went to see "Mama Mia" not long ago. She was quite surprised that I knew all the words to the songs. Isn't that cute. Anyways, I wrote a poem for her seventeenth birthday, which was on Sept. 11. I write poems for all my kids. I thought I'd share this one with you. She loved it.

She's a dazzling graceful bird
sailing through the sky.
She's a gentle breath of wind
soaring on clouds on high.

She's smooth and clean as snow
on a high mountain slope.
She's a fresh rose in winter
and soft as creamy soap.

She's a ship afloat in a sea
of sparkling diamonds and jade.
She's a treasured book to read
with just one copy made.

She's unique and irreplaceable
and now that she's seventeen.
The world awaits the spectacular
the charming dancing queen!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Outdoor Fire

What do you get when you mix friends, a roaring campfire and food. The answer is; fuzzy,warm memories. Whenever you feel the cold winds sneaking up on you, think about something warm and wonderful. It's amazing what a difference that will make.

Sitting around a roaring campfire
With friends warm and sweet,
Reminiscing about days gone by
Toasting a marshmallow treat.

I think there is nothing to compare
To the warmth of an outdoor fire.
And the smell of burning pitch pine wood,
Of this I’ll never tire.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


What I like most about November is focusing on projects and buttoning down the hatches. Sure, it's not as nice as October with its inbetween kind of weather, but we all need a time to look back and be thankful and a time to look forward in expectancy. November is perfect for doing just that.

In November the skies turn gray and cold
And tree trunks become bare and bold.
For brown is left when leaves fall away
And autumn colors no longer stay.

Yet, though brown is a dull color scheme
It gives all time to reflect and dream,
As the earth prepares for its long winter sleep,
Beneath, a snow blanket soft and deep.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

War of Courage

Though I'm not a war advocate, I still want to remember the sacrifice that affect family and people in war. Lest we forget. Here's a few lines to consider.

Bravely they fought, not for themselves alone
but for those that would follow.
For the good of all mankind,
whether they saw eye to eye or not.
And only their acts of bravery resembled anything
that touched on humanity.

Saturday, November 1, 2008


I hear many teachers instruct students on bus behavior. One teacher made a comment I especially liked. Sit back and enjoy the ride. Here's a poem that does just that.

We took a long walk; my brother and I,
Through the orchard where apples red
Dangled like rubies from branches of gold.
Waiting to be plucked and eaten instead.

We bit into an apple; it was ripe as sunshine
And sweet as rain dripping down our fingers.
We stayed in the orchard grove for a while,
My brother and I, a memory that still lingers.