You are not large you're kind of small for a hawk you'd be no meal at all perhaps that's why when feeder's filled you're the first back where the seed has spilled before the Jay before the sparrow before woodpecker with beak long and narrow among the birds you stand quite tall as it appears you've no fear at all.
Ever clicked on the Words link on the Hello Poetry home page? I did and this is what was created, such as it is, with some of the words ion the first line.
A Chaycheck Cinquain. 2,4,6,8,2 letters. The form was created by a 2nd grader in 2011. I use it to pose questions mostly and let the reader finish the thought in their head.
It's just not a poem said an old friend of mine It can't be a poem because there's no rhyme* I tried to explain sometimes there's a rhyme or some kind of form but more often there's not.
The great tree Leans a bit more Now that the wind and rain have passed A few more branches lie beneath it on the ground Torn by storm from where tree touched sky But once again tree survives Yet The tree knows That this time Roots broke under the strain Of wind and rain And the likelihood is It won't survive the next storm
There is nothing else I see more tolerant than you of me we've had our ups we've had our downs and I the silliest of clowns could spend a lifetime trying to think of something else to do but fact is fact and this is sweet and means more than a Donald tweet the fact is this you know it's true there's no one best for me than you
Horses run and horses play They sleep at night and eat by day When a person is riding they are always rushing and when they are done deserve some brushing, maybe an apple or two, too
The kid is away. I miss her when she's not here. She's gone to see friends in DC. She comes home today and it will be good to have her home. However, since she's almost 18... I know that this is just the beginning.
A house is not a home. A mother can make it so. But... when mother is gone home is house and so is just a thing for home is in your heart so travels where ever you go.
Pokey plants Awakened ants Hopping bunny Snow goes runny Away go the mittens With love, birds are smitten I love the spring, it is so fun Although all the pollen can make my nose run.