"School's out for summer!" sings Alice Cooper and all of us at the Polark house this week. It's our first full week without school. My five year old calls it "fake summer" because he says that summer doesn't really start until the 21st. As spring and "fake summer" ends, I give you my original poem about spring that I wrote for a contest this year at Word Wrangler. I am happy to say goodbye to icy rain and hello to sunny days at the pool. How about you?
Spring is a tease.
She embraces me with her warmth one day,
Then she pummels me with ice the next.
She asks for forgiveness with cold raining tears
And flowers every color of the rainbow.
Then once again she’s bitter and cold.
I think I prefer to be friends with her sister, Summer.
-by Kelly Polark, all rights reserved.
A little silliness is happening at Random Noodling with A.A. Milne's "Furry Bear."
This week on The Stenhouse Blog they have a great poem by Ralph Fletcher. You decide: is it possible to write a poem about a squished squirrel?
Maclibrary has two poems today: A Naomi Shihab Nye poem at Check It Out and one about the heat or lack there of at Deowriter.
Karen Edmisten is in with Ted Kooser today.