Monday, March 31, 2014

Monday's Poem: April


Peeking up daffodils,
Stretching down roots,
Seeds seeking sunshine,
Muddy puddly boots.
Melting snow in gutters,
Puddle jumping fun,
Fluttering by butterflies,
Hide and seek sun.

                           Anne Knowles

Monday, March 24, 2014

Monday's Poem: March


Wind roars.
Branches clack swords.
Dark clouds twirl, swirl.
Sky blusters and rain flusters.
Sun wakes up and seeds wake up.
New grass whispers green.
Wispy, white clouds
Amble like

                                 Anne Knowles

Monday, February 3, 2014

Monday's Poem: The Hopping Girl


The hopping girl lives
just 'round the bend.
She's my very, very
very, very
very best friend.

She hops when she walks,
always right right left.
She's my merry, merry,
merry, merry,
merry best friend.

It's always right hop right
and only then comes left.
She's my right, right,
left, right,
right best friend.

                         Anne Knowles

Monday, January 27, 2014

Monday's Poem: Lady Left Behind

Lady Left Behind

I have a doll with one arm.
She's lovely, soft, and kind.
I found her in an alley.
She's Lady Left Behind.

Somebody didn't want her;
I feel that way sometimes.
I hug her tight and she hugs me,
My Lady Left Behind.

Most other dolls are perfect.
My doll and I don't mind.
I love her so and she loves me,
Dear Lady Left Behind.

                             Anne Knowles

Monday, January 20, 2014

Monday's Poem: The Ruler of Once Again

The Ruler of Once Again
for Scott

I'm learning my life
All over again,
All rough, tough,
And over again,
To get to the Place of Before.

I'm scared and I hurt
All over again,
All every new day,
All here-comes-the sun,
But here I go again.

I am the ruler,
The don't give-up ruler,
The strong, strong,
Keep-going ruler,
The Ruler of Once again.

                                Anne Knowles

Monday, January 13, 2014

Monday's Poem: Friendship


A piece of yellow cornbread
arrived at five for tea,
in a hat of buttered honey
looking silly as could be.

My friend and I both giggled,
but politely said, "Sit down."
"I'd rather not be eaten,"
whispered Cornbread with a frown.

We really were quite hungry,
but we'd made a brand new friend.
We nibbled air, and swallowed dreams,
and had the best pretend.

                                      Anne Knowles

Monday, January 6, 2014

Monday's Poem: Papa Sled

Papa Sled

Papa Sled slides
over kitchen floor snow;
we ride on his back,
and we don't slide slow.

Papa Sled swooshes
up white frozen hills
and swings to the right.
Oops!  Sister took a spill.

Papa sled swishes
down steep, slippery hills
and leans to the left.
Oops!  Brother took a spill.

Papa sled rushes
up and down, left and right;
I'm still on the sled.
I'm hanging on tight.

Snowmama steps
over Papa Sled's head
with a steaming hot loaf
of homemade bread.

Snowmama sings,
"There's hot, creamy soup,"
and we all take our places
at the table with a "Whoop!"

                                   Anne Knowles