Your duck's the wrong color
--my kindergarten teacher said
(after all these years, hard to get it outta my head)
but Eric Carle proves her wrong
colorful animals-- dancing along
Now as a grown-up I must think more of others
and not criticize their creativity till it smothers
rather than stress out over what I've been through
I must see others share the same feelings, too
Categories:
carle, art, childhood, color, growing
Form: Rhyme
Carle(aka Charles-Andre) van Loo
a French painter not too many knew
Success with prolific quantity
history though sadly says little quality
Categories:
carle, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
He ate one apple, then two pears,
Three plums and, likely, unawares,
Four strawberries, then what came next?
Five oranges, as per the text.
Not finished, there was chocolate cake,
An ice cream cone and, no mistake,
A pickle and Swiss cheese, a slice,
Another of salami – nice!
A lollipop, some cherry pie,
A sausage and a cupcake; why
Continue? For the story’s sake,
One snack to go ‘fore stomach ache.
And that would be, in Carle’s cool tellin’
One fat slice of watermelon.
What would follow would be brief –
Relief, from munching on a leaf.
Eric Carle, a kids’ lit thriller,
Wrote The Hungry Caterpillar
More than fifty years ago
And every reader in the know
Should feel forever in his debt
For showing us, the best way yet,
That life may take us for a spin
But beauty waits for us within.
Categories:
carle, tribute,
Form: Rhyme