Alpaca Poems - Poems about Alpaca

We were careful as we entered the dark barn. There are always hoes, rakes, and scythes lying around. You do not want to step on something that means stitches. I had done that before. What is grandpa keeping in here? I wondered. My cousin said “there is something alive. Maybe a goat?” Our goal was the hay mow. We love playing...

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We are having the pink alpaca parade today This was told to me enthusiastically, and right away. I thought it was weird to be celebrating the eighth of May But then again, that’s the day the alpaca is the most merry and gay....

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Anna Alpaca is a sight. with long, long legs and long, long neck. She’s almost as tall as a kite! I lean in to give her a peck and when I am too close she spits to let me know to go away. She’s not rude, it’s just how she gets. It is her way of saying “Nay!” Showing elegance and true grace...

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Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm so we can run and play. She thinks it will be no harm for us to spend the day. Muriel Mule sings hee-haw, and we all clap our hands. It was fun to laugh and guffaw since we are her greatest fans. Daphne Duck quacks in glee while Gary Gander flaps his wings. Prissy Pig and...

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She is the talk of the barnyard the alpaca’s whispered in tones. She is gorgeous, leggy, furry, and she has the prettiest bones. We were anxious to meet her but were jealous right away of course. Everyone was super excited about her beauty, even the camel and horse....

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lying on her hill top knoll the great Pyrenees half dreams doing what she was born to as alpaca sleep...

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Oh my Alpaca Has purple spots You can see them when he trots I'll take his wool to make a sweater Then we'll both have purple spots...

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