backyard gone wild
the grass needs cutting
desperately
it is too late, now...
three young rabbits have found
their world
© 2018 Diane Mayr. All rights reserved.
Click HERE
to read this month's interview with Julie Fogliano. She has challenged
us to stare out the window and write a poem about what we see. You might
even consider writing something down every day for a week:
You have until Thursday, May 31st, at 5:00 pm (EST) to join in! Post your poem on our May 2018 padlet and I will add it to the wrap-up presentation HERE. One lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Julie's stunning new picture book from Roaring Brook Press:At the end of the week, read through what you wrote and write your favorite bits on a separate piece of paper. I bet there will be a poem in there somewhere… see if you can find it. – J. F.
How I love the world of this poem, Diane. Were you, by chance, visiting MY backyard?
ReplyDeleteTiny rabbits nibble here, too, Diane. I like that "It's too late now" which includes quite a lot!
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful what a wonderful world you captured with your word one with bunnies tumbling about :)
ReplyDeleteFun poem. Baby bunnies are so cute & fun to watch.
ReplyDeleteSave the rabbits! I love this poem and its form. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteYup. Too late indeed. Those bunnies own it. Thanks for the cute poem.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Yay, bunnies! :0)
ReplyDeleteLovely Diane–the bunnies will take care of it!
ReplyDeleteGreat cherita, Diane. Bunnies claimed their territory. Thanks, Michelle for showcasing Diane's poem and bringing the challenge to all of us.
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