“HIDDEN GARDEN”
Here's a story I once heard.
About a rabbit and a little gray bird.
The rabbit left his house one summer morn.
At the top of the hill he could see the famers corn.
There in the middle of all that corn was a rabbits delight.
He could smell that sweet smell but it wasn't in his sight.
Howdie there said the little gray bird as he flew by.
Can you do me a favor go look in the corn from the sky.
He knew there was a wonderful suprize for him to eat.
The little gray bird flew through the fields of corn and wheat.
OH please tell me little gray bird what do you see.
Hey there rabbit there's a garden for you and me.
They both ran through the corn to see what was there.
They gathered what they could and the rest they would share.
There was a valuble lesson they learned that day.
When friends work together things go their way.
Teresa Skyles 3/25/07
Theoklapoet
This is my version of poemtry.
Categories:
famers, fantasy, garden, imagination,
Form: I do not know?
Sir laugh a lot
Our P Soup jester
Offers highs by way of remedy
Pushing smiles for ill's that fester
Break of day smiles
For sleepy peepers
Wee hour hilarity for
Insomniac creepers
Family time funnin
With old Jack E
When dinner is done
Sure beats the TV
Because his Quatrains
Often come many a day
That delicate balance of
Wisdom and play
If not for Jack E where would I be
Those hours when sleep eludes
His happy nature though naughty be
In rhymes his loving soul exudes
His comments always lift us up
Make us feel like hall of famers
P Soup Email every day
Awaiting new poem sustainers
Love that guy with all my heart
He's sweet as sweet can be
Our own sweet Santa doing his part
A Canadian friend with a guarantee
For he'll be there in his easy chair
Thinking of how to blow our minds
Talk of old men in their underwear
And how all the pretty ladies do shine
He's a papa to the many
Young at heart though 70's old
Never met a man so friendly
A New Year cheers to his heart of gold
Categories:
famers, funny, love, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Here's a story I once heard.
About a rabbit and a little gray bird.
The rabbit left his house one summer morn.
At the top of the hill he could see the famers corn.
There in the middle of all that corn was a rabbits delight.
He could smell that sweet smell but it wasn't in his sight.
Howdie there said the little gray bird as he flew by.
Can you do me a favor go look in the corn from the sky.
He knew there was a wonderful suprize for him to eat.
The little gray bird flew through the fields of corn and wheat.
OH please tell me little gray bird what do you see.
Hey there rabbit there's a garden for you and me.
They both ran through the corn to see what was there.
They gathered what they could and the rest they would share.
There was a valuble lesson they learned that day.
When friends work together things go their way.
Teresa Skyles
Theoklapoet
This is my version of poemtry.
Categories:
famers, children, imaginationbird, bird, me,
Form: Light Verse