still playing with the magnetic poetry
garden blossoms
are summer's fashion
they dance in rhythm
with playful passion
through brilliant sun
and graceful moon
their music lives
and ends too soon
okay, kinda cheezeee--but here's another...
TASTE THE STORM
You play your galoshes
Through rain puddles
And taste the storm
That drips from your cheek.
Sky rivers wet your hair
As tiny streams
Slip through the mud
To the sea.
Nice. The second one goes so well with the photos
ReplyDeleteTotally loved the poems
ReplyDeletethe puddle one best!
we have dog magnetic poetry
I must give it a try!
Totally magic - beautiful photographs and fun poetry or is that beautiful poetry and fun photography.
ReplyDeleteGReat shots Leenie...and sweet poems too!!
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These are fabulous!
ReplyDeleteI need to geet me some galoshes, so I can plan in the puddles after or even during the next rain fall. What fun! Great pictues and wonderful poem...
ReplyDeleteLove your brain!That is the coolest poem! What are the little bells with yellow dots? Sweet!
ReplyDeleteHappy mother's day! It's almost tomorrow- *
Oo! Oo! Oo! I LOVE the second one!!!
ReplyDeletemagnetic poetry = magical poetry
ReplyDeleteWay to lighten up the mood of a dreary day... I hear there is more on the way. Love the poetry, I will have to go play in the puddles!
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