Bunny Boggins was a brilliant batter for sure.
He hit home runs that were the team’s big cure.
Until he came along, they had such a losing streak.
He is up at bat right now; don’t make a squeak!
You mean he cannot bat if you make noise? Someone said.
He can, but it is not advisable, answered his cousin Ted.
We have to keep that gorgeous bunny in the sunbonnet quiet.
Bunny Boggins is a lady’s man. If we lose, it might start a riot.
Categories:
sunbonnet, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The beautiful fuchsia crepe myrtles are enticing today
So Mennonite mama takes her child outside to play.
Child is enjoying dandelions, picking them for fun.
Her lovely homemade sunbonnet keeping out the sun.
Mama is trimming the crepe myrtles, taking limbs in for lunch.
To brighten her tidy clean home; she loves fuchsia a bunch.
They will look pretty on the table next to Grandma’s pretty lace.
She has to hurry, for man will be home soon. She picks up the pace.
They are diligent workers, this mom and her child.
They have created a meal of biscuits and gravy not mild.
Her husband loves a little spice in his gravy, so she does it up fine.
Then she and her daughter hang clothes on the line.
Their home is spotless, and their meal is the best.
They live simply, yet happily, and sew things inside their nest.
She is confident her daughter is growing up the right way.
She smiles as she watches Suzanna mimic her throughout their day.
Categories:
sunbonnet, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Friends who have my back
welcome every day including Sunday
Pull me out of church pews
Bring me home in a covered wagon
Tie a sunbonnet on my head
Let me be old-fashioned
Trusting you completely,
Enjoying and appreciating
your steadfast love for me
because you always have my back.
Categories:
sunbonnet, friend, friendship, friendship love,
Form: Free verse
She shuffled by our house, so slow and bent,
No second thought of where the lady went.
On her return, no one around to see.
A shaded path, she blended with the trees.
We children always giggled, as she passed.
A group emboldens others to harrass.
Our high pitched jeering from a hidden niche,
The frail, sunbonnet lady, we yelled "witch".
One day a fever kept me home from class.
I saw her weary shuffle down the path.
My over-active need to know convened.
I followed with excitement and unseen.
A house engulfed by weeds grown thick and tall,
As vines of every species claimed the walls.
Around the side, a window to peek in;
A man in bed with twisted, throbbing limbs.
.
The lady rubbed a salve to ease his pain.
And hummed a long forgotten song's refrain.
I blurted all I'd seen to mom and dad.
He stood in shocked alert and mom grew sad.
How soon the path was plowed into a drive,
A grocer truck and red-light cops arrived.
I last recall a fancy bike, brand new.
Events seem blurred, with growing up to do.
.
Gene Bourne.
07-17-14
.
Categories:
sunbonnet, age, body, bullying, care,
Form: Iambic Pentameter