A train is coming, WHOO WHOO !

 

Here comes a train!

The wheels roll along the track.

The Adventures of Purple Turtle: Part III

© Purple Turtle by Linda Rose

It seems that I have lost my friend.
I must find out where she’s gone.
My name is purple turtle,
and it’s no fun to be alone.

I found myself inside a box
with a lot of noise around,
and then I was lifted to a shelf
where I am sitting now.

The Wooden Steed – Prose Poem – December 13, 2015

 

Maegan lost her steed as she slept under an oak tree one summer’s eve in the country of Wales.

~ Bailey Bear, Duckling Dea and the Woodsmen

~ Bailey Bear, Duckling Dea and the Woodsmen

They gathered beneath the old oak tree

Bailey Bear and a duckling named Dea

Friends they’d been since left alone

When woodsmen took their mommies home

The sun shone bright as they planned their day

But breakfast was needed before they could play

Bailey searching for a honey hive

Dea beneath the waters where insects hide

Clyde and I

(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!