It’s peaceful here
my special place
the bright sunshine
warm in my face
Birdsong in the
trees around
The fresh mown grass
green on the ground
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© Purple Turtle by Linda Rose
Lyra and Ellie went to the park,
In search of some fun and some games,
Like a turn on the swings,
Or a trip down the slide,
Or a go on the big climbing frames.
But when they arrived,
There was nobody there,
The park was completely deserted.
Empty of children and parents as well,
But the girls didn’t feel disconcerted.
In a faraway land where the sea meets the sky,
And the hills are marshmallows and the rocks are alive,
Live a colony of dragons – the regular sort –
With fire-breathing bellies, who eat children for sport.
They fill children with fear, and animals too
(When there’s no girls for dinner, a puppy will do).
Their breath is appalling, their manners atrocious,
Breeding fear and loathing is their only true focus.
Except for one dragon who’s not scary at all,
A mild-mannered dragon the others call Paul.
(A poem I wrote for my very young grandkids)
Clyde and I
I went to say “hi” to new neighbors next door
And saw something I’d never seen before
When I say what I saw please don’t laugh
Because what I saw was a green giraffe!
He was standing on his head out in the rain
And the poor wet guy seemed in a lot of pain
His body swayed way up high
And his feet were stuck straight up in the sky!
I just stood there not knowing what to do
As he ate a banana that was bright blue!
I’ve seen yellow bananas, and green ones too,
Even brown and black ones, but never blue!