New Poems

Long and strong, the Elephant's trunk, A marvel in the jungle bunk! Near a river, green and wide, Where happy creatures love to hide. The Monkey swung from vine to tree, A cheeky grin for all to see. Brightly feathered Birds took flight, Singing tunes both day and night. The Elephant, with trunk so grand, Made footprints deep upon the sand. He spied the Monkey, reaching high, For mangoes juicy in the sky. "Oh, Monkey dear," the Elephant boomed, "Those mangoes seem to be entombed! Just watch my trunk, a helpful friend, Your fruity struggles now will end!" He stretched his trunk, so long and true, And plucked the mangoes, ripe and new. The Monkey cheered, a joyful sound, As mangoes tumbled to the ground! The Birds felt thirsty, hot and dry, Beneath the blazing jungle sky. The Elephant, with gentle grace, Filled up his trunk with river's embrace. He sprayed a shower, cool and bright, The Birds danced in the watery light. They chirped their thanks, a grateful song, The Elephant was helpful, strong! Picking fruit and helping friends, His helpful journey never ends. He smiled so wide, a happy sight, The Elephant, a guiding light. Best help ever, through and through, The Elephant's long trunk saw them through! Beside the river, green and deep, Friendship's secrets they did keep!

In shelves of whispers, old and grand, A mystical library, in a shimmering land. Bound in starlight, tall and wide, Where secrets slept, and magic did hide. Wizard Willow, with beard so white, Sought 'The Wizard's Spell Book' with all his might. Surrounded by books, a whispering choir, And a dragon named Sparkle, breathing sapphire fire. A magic spell book, with pages of gold, Stories untold, brave and bold. Willow opened it slow, with a twinkle in his eye, Ready to read, and reach for the sky! He chanted spells, in a voice so clear, "Bubble-gum rain!" banishing all fear. He stirred his cauldron, a magical brew, With dragon scales, and morning dew. Sparkle the Dragon, with a happy roar, Helped add glitter, and so much more. The books on the shelves began to sway, As the magic potion lit up the day! With a puff of smoke, and a flash of light, The library vanished into the night! They found themselves soaring, on a rainbow bright, In a world of pure magic, a magnificent sight! Wizard Willow laughed, a joyful sound, With Sparkle beside him, safe and sound. The Spell Book closed, its work now done, In a magical world, where adventures had begun!

In a dark meadow on summer night, Where shadows danced in pale moonlight, Lived little lights, a wondrous sight, Ready to twinkle with all their might. Firefly, the dancer, a tiny spark, Woke from his nap in the cool, cool dark. "Let's light the meadow, leave our mark!" He buzzed, a tiny electric arc. The flowers listened, sleepy and sweet, Petals unfurled for dancing feet. Red poppies, bluebells, a floral fleet, Waiting for Firefly's luminous beat. Crickets chirped, a rhythmic sound, As Firefly began to spin around. Up and down, above the ground, His tiny lamp a joyful bound. He blinked and flashed, a merry chase, Leading the stars to their rightful place. Each tiny spark, with graceful pace, Painting smiles on nature's face. The flowers glowed, a gentle gleam, Reflecting Firefly's vibrant dream. The crickets sang, a happy theme, A symphony bright, it would seem. He dipped and soared, a tiny light, Making the dark summer meadow bright. Banishing shadows with all his might, Creating a spectacle pure and white. Night is bright, no longer bleak, Firefly's dance, a magic peak. Summer's secret, the flowers speak, In this light show, happy and meek.

The Fox's Tricky Plan A henhouse stood, by Farmer Giles' land, Red paint peeling, held together by sand. Straw on the floor, a comfy warm nest, Where plump hens clucked, and peacefully rest. Wanted chicken eggs, that was the Fox's desire, His tummy was rumbling, fueled by a fire! So sneaky he crept, with a glint in his eye, Beneath the moonlight, passing chickens that fly (south for the winter). Henny the Hen, with feathers so bright, Was guarding her eggs with all of her might. Rooster Reginald, proud and so bold, Strutted about, a story untold. The Fox made a plan, a mischievous scheme, "I'll dress as a chicken!" he thought with a gleam. He borrowed some feathers, a bonnet so wide, Hoping to blend, and cleverly hide. He waddled inside, with a "Cluck, cluck," so weak, But Reginald crowed, "That voice is so bleak!" Henny pecked hard, at his feathery disguise, The Fox tripped and tumbled, right before their eyes! He landed ker-splat! In a muddy old puddle, His disguise was ruined, a comical huddle. The chickens all laughed, a joyous loud sound, As the Fox slinked away, without making a bound. He went home that night, with an empty old belly, His plan had gone wrong, quite smelly and melly! He learned a good lesson, a valuable thing, Honesty's better, than tricks foxes bring. Went hungry that night, lessons learned in his head, Next time he'd just hunt for berries instead.

On a playground, bright with glee, Where laughter danced so wild and free, Sat Lily and Tom, best friends true, With a secret whispered, just between two. "I have a secret, close your ear," Said Lily, with a happy cheer, "The swings fly higher when we're together, Like birds that soar in sunny weather!" Tom leaned in close, eyes full of fun, "My secret's better, second to none! The slide turns rainbow, when we both slide, A magical journey, side by side!" They whispered secrets, big and small, About the sandbox, and the climbing wall, Of painted ladybugs, and sunny days, And building castles in a hazy maze. Each whispered word, a thread so bright, Woven together, morning, noon, and night. Their laughter echoed, light and clear, Bonds of friendship, year after year. With hands entwined, and hearts so light, They knew their friendship, burning ever bright. For secrets shared, and dreams they spun, Meant Lily and Tom, forever one.

Slow and slimy, a snail so small, In a garden green, standing very tall! Lettuce leaves rustled, tomatoes so red, A veggie adventure was in his head! Sir Snail was his name, though quite a slow poke, Leaving a glittery, sparkly trail, like a joke! He eyed Miss Lettuce, crisp and so bright, "A tasty adventure!" he giggled with might. He crawled past the carrots, orange and grand, Leaving goo on their tops, a sticky command! He slimed up a beanstalk, all wiggly and thin, Nearly tumbled off, with a worried little grin! He slid down a cucumber, long and so slick, Doing a snail-y slide, giving a kick! Mr. Tomato, round and quite stout, Yelled, "Watch where you're going! Watch out, watch out!" Sir Snail just chuckled, a bubbly small sound, As he wobbled onward, across the green ground. He zig-zagged and zoomed, in his snail-paced way, Determined to reach Miss Lettuce that day! At last, he arrived, with a happy small sigh, Beneath the green leaves, reaching for the sky! He munched on the lettuce, so crisp and so sweet, A happy snail snack, oh what a treat!

In towers grand, a palace tall, With banners bright, adorning all, Lived Queen so fair, with eyes so blue, But trouble brewed, for me and you! The Queen's Missing Crown, a royal plight, Had vanished in the fading light! Sir Reginald, the knight so bold, And fairies tiny, stories told, "The crown is gone!" the Queen did cry, "Where could it be, beneath the sky?" They searched the halls, the gardens green, A royal hunt, a frantic scene! Sir Reginald, with sword in hand, Looked under rugs, throughout the land. The fairies fluttered, wings a-gleam, Using fairy dust, a shimmering dream! They peeked in chests, and looked behind, The curtains swirled, upon the wind. Then tiny Lily, with a gasp, Found sparkling magic in a clasp! A hidden doorway, small and neat, Led to a garden, oh so sweet! And there it was, upon a toad, The Queen's lost crown, upon the road! The toad, it chuckled, deep and low, "I borrowed it, to make it glow!" The Queen, she laughed, a joyful sound, The missing crown, at last was found! Back in the palace, cheers arose, The knights and fairies, touched their nose. The Queen wore her crown, so bright and bold, A happy ending, to be told!

In a grassy field, so green and wide, Beside a pond, where lily pads ride, Lived Turtle, Hare, and a Snail so small, Ready to race, and give it their all! Slow but steady, that's Turtle's way, While Hare boasted, "I'll win today!" Snail just smiled, with a slimy gleam, A race for glory, a watery dream! Hare shot off fast, a blur of white fur, Leaving Turtle behind, that's for sure! Snail, he crept on, with a patient slide, Across the grass, with nowhere to hide. Hare stopped to nap, beneath a tall tree, "Turtle's so slow, he can't catch me!" He dreamt of carrots, and speedy delight, Oblivious to the fading sunlight. Turtle crawled on, with shell shining bright, A steady rhythm, morning till night. He didn't look back, or listen to doubt, Just moved his feet, and inched on out. Snail left a trail, a shimmering track, Determined to finish, and never look back. He stuck to the grass, avoiding the stone, Making slow progress, yet never alone. Hare woke with a start, "The race! I forgot!" He zoomed past the pond, in a furious trot! But there at the finish, a ribbon so grand, Was Turtle, the victor, shell in the sand! Snail cheered loudly, though still far behind, For Turtle's slow race, was one of a kind. Hare hung his head, with a sorrowful sigh, Slow and steady, had reached for the sky! Turtle had won, not with speed but with grace, A true, steady winner of this grassy place. So remember this tale, whenever you roam, Slow and steady, can always reach home!

On sandy shores, with palms so high, A pirate searched beneath the sky. A weathered map clutched in his hand, For pirate gold, across the land. His parrot squawked, "X marks the spot! But dig we must, and dig a lot!" Old One-Eye Pete, with beard so grand, Began to dig upon the sand. The parrot screeched, "Left, then right! Beneath the moon, and starry night!" Pete followed close, with shovel keen, Unearthing secrets, yet unseen. He dug and dug, with might and main, Through sun-soaked sand, and salty rain. The map it fluttered, old and worn, 'Til finally, a chest was born! With rusty hinges, creak and groan, The pirate opened what was known, Not golden coins, nor jewels bright, But chocolate doubloons, a sweet delight! Pete roared with laughter, loud and free, "The best darn treasure there could be! Chocolate gold, a yummy treat!" A pirate's joy, oh so complete!

In an old, creaky house, dusty and grand, Lived a ghost named Boo, quite misunderstood, planned A game, not to scare, but to giggle and gleam, “Wanted someone to play with,” was his playful dream. Three children, bold Lily, Tom, and small May, Found the house open wide, so they popped in to play. The furniture shivered, the chairs gave a creak, As Boo floated down, with a friendly cheek. "Let's play hide-and-seek!" Boo chirped with a squeal, Floating through walls, his joy was quite real. Lily giggled, Tom laughed, May clapped with glee, As they ran round the house, wild and free. The chairs joined the fun, legs tap-dancing bright, The tables spun dizzy, a silly, weird sight. Boo hid in a clock, then popped out with a BOO! The children all jumped, then laughed, "We see you!" They floated with Boo, right up to the roof, Tried on ghostly sheets, for ultimate proof, That ghosts weren't scary, just lonely and bored, And playtime with children, was richly rewarded. So Boo, the friendly ghost, no longer felt blue, With Lily and Tom, and darling May, too! The house, once so creaky, now echoed with fun, Made new friends, happy ghost, his lonely days done!

A cheerful little song, Upon a branch, oh so tall and strong! Green leaves whispered secrets sweet, Where fluffy Birdie found a leafy seat. Sunbeams danced, a golden show, Kissing petals down below. For Flowers bloomed in colors bright, Drinking in the morning light. Birdie chirped a joyful tune, Beneath the warm and watchful moon, Or rather, Sun, who’d just begun To paint the day till day was done. His song, a message, clear and bold, Of stories yet to be unrolled. He sang of kindness, truth, and grace, A happy smile on birdie's face. The Flowers swayed, a vibrant hue, Absorbing all the song anew. They spread the word with every breeze, Rustling softly through the trees. The message carried far and wide, Where happy hearts could reside. The Singing Bird, his mission done, Rested 'neath the setting sun. Happy bird, his message spread, Filling all with joy instead. From leafy branch to flower bright, The world was bathed in golden light.

A sky filled with cotton, fluffy and white, Where cloud castles floated, a wondrous sight! Little Cloud, a dreamer, round and so small, Wanted to see the world, beyond the sky wall. Wind, a whistler, breezy and bold, "Hop on, Little Cloud! A story to be told!" Birds, like tiny arrows, zipped to and fro, "Come join our adventure! Where shall we go?" Floating and drifting, a journey above, Over green hills, showing Earth all its love. Past sleeping mountains, so rugged and grand, Then swooped to the ocean, kissed beaches of sand. They saw bustling cities, with buildings so high, And farms with bright tractors that tickled the sky. Wind blew faster, a playful, strong gust, Little Cloud giggled, covered in dust! Birds sang loudly, a joyful refrain, As Little Cloud danced through sunshine and rain. Across deserts of gold, where the sun shone so bright, Then over dark forests, bathed in pale moonlight. Saw everything, happy cloud, big and so wide, Reached for the stars, on the wind's joyful ride!