Tag Archives: 50-day challenge

Day 28 – “Run, Run, Run”

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“Run, Run, Run” by Jaymie Gerard

 

Run through the mountains

Run through the hills

Run through the forests

Run through the fields

Run through the deserts

Run through the sands

Run through the bayous

Run through the dams

Run through the rivers

Run through the streams

Run through the landscapes

Run through the scenes

Run through the places

Touched by the sun

Run with your whole heart

Run, run, run

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Day 21 – “My Pet Monkey”

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“My Pet Monkey” by Jaymie Gerard

I have a little monkey

My monkey’s name is Sam

He’s braver than a billy goat

He’s softer than a lamb

He’s stronger than a rhino

He’s wilder than a goose

He’s bigger than a rabbit

And cooler than a moose

He’s cuter than kitten

He’s slyer than a fox

He’s just the best pet ever and –

Oh yeah, he’s made of socks

Day 12 – “Backyard Birds”

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“Backyard Birds” by Jaymie Gerard

 

Robins land in my backyard

Chasing insects, standing guard

Sparrows spring and bounce along

And sing their happy sparrow song

Cardinals fly among trees

Red feathers shining through the leaves

Crows are hiding, but their call

Reveals them with a caw, caw, caw!

 

All the birds I’ve come to know –

I step outside…

And off they go!

Day 6 – When Rain Comes Down

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“When Rain Comes Down” by Jaymie Gerard

 

When rain comes down

It makes the sound

Of tons of little drums

 

A-pit-a-pat-

A-pit-a-pat

A-rat-a-tat-

Tat-tum

 

Woosh, whish

The wind comes in

Swoosh, swish-

It blows again

 

A-pit-a-pat-

A-pit-a-pat

A-rat-a-tat-

Tat-tum

 

Ka-boom, smash-

What’s that I hear?

Crish, crash-

A storm is near!

 

When rain comes down

It makes the sound

A-rat-a-tat-

Tat-tum

Day 5 – “Grapefruit”

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Grapefruit by Jaymie Gerard

There’s one fruit I can say I hate

(Though others seem to think it’s great)

It looks kind of like an orange but

You’ll smell the difference when it’s cut

It’s usually a softball’s size

And yellowish or pink inside

It’s bitter, even with some sugar

The pulp, to me, feels like a booger

It’s just the worst, you can’t debate –

So Mom, WHY IS IT ON MY PLATE?!

Day 4 – “My Two Hands”

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My Two Hands by Jaymie Gerard

Dedicated to the Children of Child Future Africa

 

My two hands can build

My two hands can hold

My two hands can lift up

My two hands can scold

 

My two hands can beg

My two hands can feed

My two hands can have

My two hands can need

 

My two hands can fix

My two hands can break

My two hands can give

My two hands can take

 

My two hands can touch

My two hands can feel

My two hands can hurt

My two hands can heal

 

My two hands can work

My two hands can play

My two hands can curse

My two hands can pray

 

My two hands can teach

My two hands can learn

My two hands can squander

My two hands can earn

 

My two hands can speak

My two hands can ignore

My two hands can make peace

My two hands can make war

 

My two hands have choices

And they understand:

The future of this world

Is here, in my two hands

 

Day 2 – “I Can Learn”

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“I Can Learn” by Jaymie Gerard

Inspired by Frode’s comment

 

I can learn from teacher

I can learn from Mom

I can learn from Daddy

And from my brother Tom

 

I can learn from enemies

I can learn from pals

I can learn from boys

And I can also learn from gals

 

I can learn from stories

I can learn from songs

I can learn from rights

And I always learn from wrongs

 

I can learn in the city

I can learn in the park

And I can learn from nature

In the daytime and the dark

 

I can learn on the computer

I can learn when on the phone

I can learn inside my bedroom

Even when I’m all alone

 

I can learn from quiet

I can learn from sound

I can learn from sensing

All the feelings all around

 

I can learn by watching

I can learn from having fun

I can learn at the beginning

I can learn when I am done

 

I can learn from happiness

I can learn from sad

I can learn from lonely times

And I even learn from mad

 

I can learn from books

I can learn from magazines

I can learn from imagining

And from my night-time dreams

 

I learn from what surrounds me

Oh! The things I never knew!

But most of all, I want to learn

What I can learn from you!

Day 1 – “Peanut Butter”

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Peanut Butter by Jaymie Gerard

 

Just the other morning,

My mother asked me, “Dear,

What would you like to eat for lunch?”

And I smiled ear to ear.

For when she asks me what I want

To eat, I always say

The same delicious, nutty thing,

The same delicious way –

 

“Mother, I’d like peanut butter

With a drop of jam.

Or maybe on an apple, sliced,

Or diced up with some ham.

I’ll take it smeared on crackers

Or mixed in with some cheese,

Or baked warm in the oven

Or frozen in the freeze’

On sandwiches, in root beer floats,

On pizza! On the floor!

Or smooshed between my fingers!

Or painted on the door!

Please, put some in the blender

And make it smooth as silk.

 

I don’t care how you serve it, Mom –

Just don’t forget the milk!”

Ok, It’s a Monday, and I’m (maybe) Ready to Begin

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Like the title says, it’s Monday.  What better day of the week to start something new than a Monday, right?  So I guess it’s time to start writing!

I’m feeling nervous about this – besides the fact that I don’t actually consider myself a poet, committing to 50 days seems pretty big right now. I can’t help but wonder, will I have the discipline to stick to this?  If I make it until my son’s birth, will I have enough time (and desire) to keep it up?  What’s it like to write poetry when you haven’t slept in days?  What happens if I just can’t think of anything to write about?  What if my poems stink?

Truthfully, some of them probably will stink.

But luckily, my goal isn’t to write perfect children’s poems right now, but just to write children’s poems, period.  If some of them happen to be great enough to include in a collection, then fabulous.  If not, well then, no harm – I’ll just pack them up into a box and pretend they were never written.

OUCH! I just got a kick in the ribs.  I guess that’s Sam’s way of saying, “Don’t worry Mom, just start writing!”

What a wise son I have.