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I Saw a Fly

I saw a fly
land and lie
on a page
of my book.
Did he come
to picture look?
Or, read with me
from my book?
I turned the page
and off he flew.
Maybe when you
read your book,
he will come
and take a look.

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Martin Lochner

November 26, 2014 at 1:25 AM

There is always pleasure in rhyme. Well done and I think the fly will agree!

Darlene Gifford

November 27, 2014 at 6:51 PM

Thanks Martin, and do not be surprised if you get a visit from a fly, too. He just wants to read a little while over your shoulder.

Maurice Yvonne

November 11, 2014 at 7:34 AM

Another beauty. Your imagination is infinite.

Darlene Gifford

November 11, 2014 at 11:16 AM

Thanks, Maurice for stopping by to read my poem, like the fly that had to also land and take a look. I hope he's pleased at this poem I put him in.

Andrea Dietrich

November 10, 2014 at 12:20 AM

Kind of like the late great Dr. Seuss, who I admire! I really like this one.

Darlene Gifford

November 10, 2014 at 8:59 AM

Thanks, Andrea, after reading my poem and Dr. Seuss comes to your mind is such a wonderful thing for you to say. I admired him, too, and read all of his books to my children when they were young. He was so funny. And in addition, he usually tried to add an educational theme to his stories.

James Marshall Goff

November 3, 2014 at 7:19 AM

Darlene....1st.....thanks for stopping by! and I couldn't agree with you more.....helping others builds ones sense of value ....feels good....thank you! This poem....I see a children's book.....love the delightful, intelligent lightness to this superb write.....will print....to mine faves! bravo! jimbo

Darlene Gifford

November 3, 2014 at 9:13 AM

Thanks, Jimbo But do you realize how hard it is to get published Unless you are well known or a celebrity. Self publishing is costly. I have many children's poems I could put in a book. I have thought of what you suggest, as others have. Maybe someday it will be possible, God willing! But time is running out. I am 77 and living with a pace maker. Just your liking this poem means much to me. Blessings, Darlene

Tim Smith

November 1, 2014 at 5:39 PM

If you look at site info it says it is supported by google chrome....that's why I downloaded it and it works fine...If I use internet explorer I have the same issues as you.

Darlene Gifford

November 2, 2014 at 1:33 PM

Thanks, I'll check it out.

Tim Smith

November 1, 2014 at 9:37 AM

I love it Darlene...have your problems with the site been fixed?....I had the same issue using internet explorer but if I go through Google Chrome it is fine....hugs Tim

Darlene Gifford

November 2, 2014 at 8:23 PM

Hi, Friend, just wanted you to know things are being worked out and I, so far, did not have to switch. But I find it a fun challenge to figure out where the back door is to what I want to access. I'm finding them and able to read the daily new poems now. I see you made the list of recent best poems so I am going to go now and read one.

Darlene Gifford

November 2, 2014 at 1:31 PM

Thanks, Tim, I guess we are never too old to enjoy a child's poem. And I hope I never get too old to stop writing them!

Dan Helppi

November 1, 2014 at 9:05 AM

I think I may have seen him once, did he have black hair?

Darlene Gifford

November 1, 2014 at 9:16 AM

How did you know? Were you eating? And did you give him a bite? They don't eat much you know because they are so small. Thanks for writing. It is so rewarding to get comments from other poets. Blessings, Darlene

Darlene Gifford

November 1, 2014 at 9:11 AM

It actually happened to me on the trolley while I was reading my book yesterday. The fly startled me and I automatically brushed him away with my hand. But, then I could not stop thinking about that fly! In the middle of the night, again that fly entered my dreams. And this time, I did not send him away, but invited him to stay and visit awhile. I think he wanted to be in one of my poems, so I let him! Thanks for liking this one.