Here you will find some poems. May or may not be mine. I will always give credit where credit is due if at all possible.
ENJOY!!
Down in the grasses where the grasshoppers hop and the katydids quarrel and the fluttermops flop, down in the grasses where the beetles go plop a withered old fairy keeps a second-hand shop.
She sells lost thimbles for fairy milk pails and burnt-out matches for fence posts and rails. She sells stray marbles to bowl on the green and bright scattered beads for the crown of the Queen.
Oh don't feel badly over things that you lose like spin
tops or whistles or doll's buckled shoes. They may be the things that fairy folks can use.
For down in the grasses where the grasshoppers hop and the katydids quarrell and the fluttermops flop, down in the grasses where the beetles go plop a withered old fairy keeps a second-hand shop.
" When I am old, I shall wear Purple"
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavenent when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or eat only bread and pickles for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner, and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and begin to wear purple.
Listening
Have you ever listened to;
A child smile?
The sunshine?
A dewdrop?
The snowfall?
Have you ever listened to;
A butterfly?
The flowers grow?
A blue sky?
Leaves changing color?