Getting down with nature
The soil under my fingers
Is a sign of fun;
I dug around in the mud
And unearthed a worm!
He’s a friendly little fella,
With his long body he wriggles around;
Not sure what he thinks to this tub though,
No soft furnishings to be found!
But does he think? Is he a she?
If we know, I’m not sure how!
With soil and mulch to feast on,
These are his home comforts for now.
Back to the earth little wormy,
It’s been good to explore your home;
You’re not like my dolls or My Little Ponies,
No clothes to change, no hair to comb!
I like to explore in the garden,
Get grubby and dig around;
Yes there’s lots to do outside,
And grubby things to be found!
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There’s a potion to be made in the garden today
With weeds and with sand, she’s stirring away!
Like a hotpot, it gets left for days to stew
So I’d pretend to taste it, if I were you…
The cats look on with concern on their faces,
She finds ingredients in the strangest of places…
There’s glitter, there’s grass, old stickers and more,
But what’s there the most of? There’s gloop galore!
This potion is special, this potion’s the best
This potion is better than all the rest,
You can search high and low but you’ll never find
A potion that’s better, it’s one of a kind!
By Carol Cameleon 2015
Down on the farm …
What is this in my Pop’s hand?
It’s a little black seed that he plants in the land.
“How does it grow?” I ask my Pop,
He tells me how he looks after his crops.
I wonder aloud, “Do you plant with a spade?”
He tells me how his crops are made:
In bygone years tools were pulled by a horse,
Now we have tractors to take the force.
Our little bear at five years old
Is taking it in, and learning tenfold,
Like the sun and rain helps the crops to grow,
She’s growing from Pop telling all that he knows.
Down on the farm, you can see that she thrives,
What a special time to have when you’re five.
She explores with her cousins, and a grown-up too,
With the farm at her feet, there’s so much to do.
Today she’s dressed up, she’s been a Princess all day!
But usual attire is for outdoor play.
Good job we remembered her Frozen wellies,
For trudging through soil and farmyard smellies!
No matter, it washes, who cares about dirt?
With soil in her nails, mud on her skirt,
She’s having a ball, she’s free, she’s alive!
Memories to last for the rest of her life… 🙂
By Carol Cameleon 2015
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