Observing a Hermit Crab
by Nathaniel, 12
Scuttling down the beach
And up a rock
Into the water
And out again
Up and down the beach
Day ‘til night
Up and down the beach
Day ‘til night
The Fourth of July
by Jessica, 10 and a half
Red, white, and blue
Banners passing through
Laughs and fun
Laughs and fun
All my chores are done
Picnics in grass
Tubas made of brass
Lots and lots of fireworks
Dancing in the sky
by Jessica, 10 and a half
Red, white, and blue
Banners passing through
Laughs and fun
Laughs and fun
All my chores are done
Picnics in grass
Tubas made of brass
Lots and lots of fireworks
Dancing in the sky
2 comments:
Nathaniel & Jessica, I am so happy to have you on this journey with me...writing a poem each day (about the same topic) for seven days.
Nathaniel - the repeated rhythms and motions of your hermit crab mimic what I imagine is truly a repetitive life for a hermit crab. I wonder if they think our lives are repetitive?
Jessica - You have written about so many images here from the 4th of July: tubas, laughs, picnics, tubas. What fun you could have expanding any of these on any of the next six days.
Tomorrow I will link to your work so that readers of The Poem Farm can read your poems too!
A.
Wow, these poems are great.
Nathaniel - I love the idea of observing a hermit crab and then writing about it. Scuttling -- what a perfect word. You poem feel so soothing to me -- the rhythm is almost like a quiet song. Thanks for writing it and for posting it.
Jessice,
Your poem makes me yearn for warm weather and bar - b -ques. (As I write this, it is snowing madly here in New Jersey!)I really like how you said that the fireworks were dancing in the sky. Just a lovely poem -- thanks.
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