New Poems

In a garden, a riot of blooms so bright, Where sunshine danced with pure delight, Lived a fuzzy friend, a caterpillar green, The cutest bug you've ever seen! He munched on leaves, all day and night, A tiny tummy, filled just right. He crawled so slow, a wiggly fellow, Beneath the petals, golden yellow. Then, sleepy crept, to find a nook, And spun a silk, a comfy look. A chrysalis shell, a cozy bed, Where secret magic filled his head. He slept and dreamed, for days untold, A brand new story, yet to unfold. Inside that shell, a change so grand, A painted marvel, close at hand. Then CRACK! A flutter, soft and low, The shell broke open, watch it go! A butterfly emerged, with wings so fine, A splash of color, truly divine! He kissed the flowers, a gentle breeze, And danced among the leafy trees. The caterpillar's gone, the story's new, A butterfly's life, forever true!

In Baker Barnaby's bakery, bright and grand, Floury clouds danced with a helping hand! Ovens hummed a happy, toasty tune, Underneath a sky of sugared moon. Barnaby the baker, with a twinkle in his eye, Tried to bake some bread, way up high! Little Lily and Leo, with noses pressed on glass, Watched the flour swirl, a giggling, floury mass. He mixed and he mashed with a whisk and a whir, Flour flew upwards, tickling him, for sure! He kneaded the dough, a bouncy, jiggly friend, Hoping for a loaf that wouldn’t meet its end... In a floury flop or a sticky, doughy plight! He shaped it like bunnies, like stars and like snails, With sprinkles and giggles and waggly bread tails! Into the oven, with a clang and a chime, Baking bread was serious business, all the time! Out they came, golden brown and puffed with pride, The silliest bread the bakery ever spied! Bunnies with blue noses, stars with wobbly points, And snails leaving glittery, sparkly bread joints! The kids cheered and clapped, a happy, joyful sound, The best bread ever seen around! Barnaby the baker, with flour on his nose, Knew his bread surprise bloomed like a rose! Every bite brought smiles, wide and so bright, Making the world happy, with all of their might!

In golden grass, where sunlight streams, The African Savannah, land of dreams. Tall acacia trees stand proud and bold, A story of the wild, about to unfold. Cheetah, sleek and spotted bright, Gazelles so graceful, taking flight. And Zebra striped, with coat so grand, All part of the drama in this sun-kissed land. The Running Cheetahs' Race begins with glee, A blur of speed for all to see! Muscles pumping, paws a-blur, Chasing shadows, a whispered purr. A flash of fur, a dusty trail, The Cheetahs hunt, their efforts never fail. Gazelles leap high, with frightened cries, While Zebra watches with wide, worried eyes. Through tangled bush and open plain, The Cheetahs run, ignoring sun and rain. They stalk their prey, with patient grace, Determined to win this thrilling race. With lightning speed and sudden burst, Their hunger pangs must be quenched first. The chase is done, the meal is won, Beneath the setting of the African sun. Now bellies full, the Cheetahs rest, Their powerful muscles put to the test. The Savannah sleeps, serene and deep, Until tomorrow, when new adventures creep!

In fields of green, a summer's dream, Where corn stalks sway and sunbeams gleam, A scarecrow stands, so tall and grand, Protecting crops across the land. With straw-stuffed arms and button eyes, He watched the birds that filled the skies. A woven hat upon his head, He guarded fields from dawn till bed. The sun beamed down, a golden eye, As crows flew close, then soared on high. But scarecrow stood, a silent threat, "Caw! Caw!" they cried, "Not landed yet!" He'd wave his arms in gentle breeze, A rustling sound amongst the trees. The birds would pause, their courage gone, And search for treats until the dawn. From morning dew to evening's hush, He worked so hard with silent push. The corn grew tall, a golden prize, Reflected in the scarecrow's eyes. So safe the crops, so bright the day, The scarecrow smiled in his own way. The summer sang a happy tune, Beneath the sun and harvest moon.

High on Dragon Peak, where fireflies roam, And bubbling lava makes a fiery home, Lived Ignis, a dragon, scales bright and bold, With stories untold, like legends of old. Sir Reginald, a knight so grand, With shining armor and sword in hand, Heard whispers of treasure, a shimmering prize, Guarded by Ignis, beneath fiery skies. Then Pixie, a fairy with wings like the dawn, Flew swiftly to warn, before the next morn. "Brave dragon," she chirped, "the knight is near, He seeks your gold, fueled by greed and fear!" Ignis roared loud, a tremor and blast, Protecting the lands, built to last. Sir Reginald charged, a courageous knight, His sword met the fire in the fading light. They battled and clashed, the air thick with smoke, But Pixie's magic, a whimsical stroke, Turned Reginald's sword into lilies so sweet, A field of soft petals beneath dragon feet. Sir Reginald, humbled, saw Ignis's might, And knew that the dragon was gentle and right. He bowed to the dragon, his quest put to rest, And left the gold guarded, as Ignis knew best. So Ignis reigns still, on Dragon Peak's crest, With Pixie and lilies, putting greed to the test. The castle is safe, the dragon's fire burns, And a lesson of kindness eternally learns.

Upon an isle where palm trees sway, Kissed by the ocean, blue and gay, A pirate crew, with hearts so bold, Searched the Pirate's Hidden Cave of old. They clambered rocks, with salty spray, That crashed and foamed along the bay. "A map! A map!" young Billy cried, With parrot perched upon his side. The map unfurled, a tattered guide, Through twisty tunnels, deep inside. Past glowing coral, green and red, Where sleepy seahorses made their bed. They dug and pulled, with shouts of glee, A chest of jewels, for all to see! Gold doubloons and necklaces bright, Sparkling gems in ocean light. The pirates cheered, a joyous sound, With treasure found, upon this ground. They danced and sang, beneath the sun, Their pirate quest, at last was won!

In a backyard, where sunshine streams, And dreams take root in colorful gleams, Lived a Gardener, kind and old, Whose stories of flowers were often told. With petals bright, a vibrant crew, The Flowers danced, red, yellow, and blue, While buzzing Insects, a tiny band, Drank nectar sweet, across the land. Gardening makes all bloom, it's true, A magic touch, for me and you! The Gardener knelt, with gentle hand, And planted seeds in fertile land. He watered plants with a loving spray, Chasing dryness far away, He pulled the weeds with a cheerful sigh, As butterflies fluttered, way up high. The Flowers stretched, they reached for light, Growing taller, morning, noon, and night, The Insects buzzed a happy tune, Beneath the golden afternoon. With careful tending, day by day, The garden burst in grand display, A rainbow riot, a joyful sight, Filled with colors, bold and bright. The Gardener smiled, his heart alight, A beautiful garden, what a delight! So much color, and so much glee, The Gardener, flowers, and insects - a happy family!

In halls of stone, where shadows creep, A dusty museum, fast asleep, Stood skeletons, all bone and might, Until one day, with morning's light... A dinosaur, quite old and grand, Decided he would take a stand! He'd heard the music, soft and low, And thought, "A dancing dino, I will go!" Professor Prune, with glasses thick, Was polishing a fossil brick, When suddenly, a mighty THUMP! He nearly choked upon his crump! Then giggling kids, a joyful pack, Peered 'round the corner, looking back. They saw the dino, long and tall, Attempting moves, defying all! He wiggled tail and flapped his claws, Performed a jig, without a pause. He tried the twist, a clumsy feat, And nearly tripped on bony feet! He did the waltz, a wobbly sway, Then did the cha-cha, come what may! He moonwalked back, then stomped around, The funniest steps that could be found! Professor Prune, he dropped his cloth, And nearly burst with joyful mirth! The children cheered with happy cries, As dino danced before their eyes! He spun around, a dizzy whirl, And even tried a fancy twirl! He bowed so low, he bumped his head, Then winked at them, it must be said! The day grew late, the sun went down, The dino slumped, without a frown. He’d danced his best, a silly sight, And filled the museum with pure delight! The children giggled, full of glee, Professor Prune, "Oh, what a spree!" The dinosaur, with stony grin, Knew he'd be dancing, once again!

In flower fields, sunbeams bright, Where colors dance in golden light, The Happy Bee, with fuzzy knees, Prepared to work among the trees. From dawn till dusk, a buzzing sound, He kissed each blossom all around, The Flowers smiled, a vibrant hue, "Dear Bee," they said, "we trust in you!" He sipped the nectar, sweet and clear, And tucked it safe, held ever dear, Then zoomed back home, a fuzzy streak, To Honeycomb, beyond the creek. He mixed and fanned with buzzing wings, A golden magic nectar brings, The Honeycomb, a sticky town, Where golden droplets tumble down. He built and buzzed with might and main, Ignoring sunshine, wind, and rain, A tiny worker, full of glee, Making honey for you and me! The Happy Bee, his work complete, A yummy treat, so warm and sweet, The Honeycomb, all golden bright, Filled with honey, pure delight!

In snowy woods where secrets hide, And little houses softly glide, Lived creatures furry, small, and grand, In winter's fairytale wonderland. Children bundled, cheeks so red, Where snowflakes danced above their head, Met frosty friends along the way, To laugh and frolic, sing and play. A snowman stood, a jolly sight, With coal-black eyes and carrot bright. He winked and grinned, a frozen tease, And joined the fun beneath the trees. They built a fort of snow so high, And tossed soft flurries to the sky. The squirrels played tag, a furry blur, While robins watched with happy stir. A snowball fight, a joyful sound, As laughter echoed all around. Then hot cocoa, warm and sweet, A perfect end to winter's treat. The day grew short, the stars appeared, As sleepy whispers could be heard. "Goodbye, Snowman, 'til next year's grace, Happy winter in this place!" And as the moon began to gleam, They dreamt of springtime's sunlit beam, Of flowers blooming, birds in flight, Waiting for the warmer light.

Upon the castle top, so high, Where dragons soared across the sky, A kingdom faced a dreadful plight, But teamwork shone, a beacon bright! Princess Poppy, brave and bold, With Dragon Sparky, scales of gold, And Sir Reginald, the knight so grand, Prepared to take a valiant stand. For grumpy Goblins, green and mean, Had come to steal the Fairy Queen! They marched and mumbled, grim and gray, To snatch the magic all away! Princess Poppy, quick and clever, Whispered plans that would forever, Link the strength of dragon's fire, With knightly shield and royal desire. Sparky breathed a scorching blast, That sent the Goblins flying past! Reginald, with sword held high, Deflected stones that filled the sky! And Poppy, with her wit so keen, Set a trap, a sight unseen! A slippery slide of shimmering goo, Sent Goblins tumbling, through and through! They slipped and slided, bumped and groaned, Their evil plot completely dethroned! The Fairy Queen, with grateful smile, Returned the magic for a while. The kingdom cheered, a joyous sound, As heroes stood on hallowed ground. The Dragon, Princess, Knight, so true, A winning team, for me and you! And though Sir Reginald felt quite grand, He knew the Princess led the band! While Sparky purred, a happy sigh, Beneath the brightly painted sky.

A little engine, strong and bright, Ready for adventure, day and night! A mountain pass, so steep and grand, Rail tracks winding through the land. Engine chugged, a puff of steam, Pulling Cars, a colorful dream! Little People waved with glee, "Up the mountain, wild and free!" Clickety-clack, the wheels did spin, Higher and higher, the climb within. Hills so tall, a rocky face, The engine strained with might and grace. "I think I can, I think I can," The engine puffed, a determined plan. Cars rattled loud, a cheerful sound, As they climbed the upward ground. Through tunnels dark, and bridges high, The little engine touched the sky! With every chug, a mighty roar, Reaching the top, and wanting more. At last, the peak, a wondrous sight, Sun shining down, so pure and bright! The engine stopped, its journey done, The happy crew, everyone! Cheers erupted, loud and clear, For the little engine, holding so dear. A mountain conquered, a story told, Of a brave small engine, strong and bold!