The Soda Song

Summer is here. Finally. I sponsor soda. Ha ha! Enjoy!


Shake it up and here we go
Sizzle, fizzle, overflow
It can come in a bottle
It can come in a can
It's bubbly, it's bubbly
It's soda, man!

Take a sip--it's sweet and tarty
Now what's that sound? Your mouth's havin' a party
10 good drinks? It's at the top!
It's soda pop! It's soda pop!

You need a drink on a hot summer's day
You need soda, soda hear me say!
But drink it all at once or you'll say, "rats!"
'Cause your bottle of soda will go kinda flat.

It goes good with everything--the old and the new
You can have it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner too!
Drink some soda like you should
Any kind of soda will do you good

So drink it today, nothin' can really go wrong
And now, you've heard the soda song!

Word.

St. Patrick's Day Song

I found this poem in my messy desk at school and forgot I had it from St. Patrick's Day. Better late than never.

Once upon a time
in a land of green
in a land of hills
and a clovery scene

From a fantasy story
our ancestors told
where at the end of each rainbow
you would find a pot of gold

With the sunny sky
and the rivers of glass
there lived some leprechauns
I'm tellin' you lass

Leprechauns play
on St. Patrick's Day!

Fridge Poem

Explore a willing time of wisdom
In whispers of a heart's desire.

Happy

I see . . . with love
I read . . . with imagining
I dream . . . with thought
I have . . . with little want
I wish . . . with magic
I am happy

Take a Walk

When you are walking with a friend
It seems as time will never end
Never end. Never end. Never end.

But if the time's just right
And it's a beautiful night
The stars will keep twinklin'.
Twinklin'. Twinklin'. Twinklin'.

I hear that if you take a walk
It can be better than climbing the tallest rock
I tried it once with my best friend
And it seemed as if time would never end
Never end. Never end. Never end.

So take a walk
Go ahead my friend.


If you like this poem and creative things, you can visit my friend Randy's blog and read about other creative things every Wednesday at Watercooler Wednesday.

Candy Village

What if there was such a place . . .
Towers made of muffin glaze
House were giant cakes
No such thing as bellyaches
Dollies made of lollipops
Rain was gumdrops
Taffy dresses with bubble gum lace
What if there was such a place?

What Poetry Can Mean

Last week we visited the future sight of Kalein Artist Development Center with the cre:ate crew in Nashville. I wrote this poem for Randy Elrod--the dreamer of Kalein.

"What Poetry Can Mean"
For Randy Elrod the Dreamer of Kalein

One day I dream of poetry,
what poetry can mean.
I listen and I lean.
As if beauty were a calling,
as if the sky so smoothly falling.
I take a step with gentle care
but the ground just turned to air.
Everything I see turns to gold.
With a pen in my hand I write
as the pages flip fold by fold.
I write each word like a steady weave.
I felt like the words in my head would not leave.
I now know what poetry can mean
all because of wonderful Kalein.