Another dirt poem

Hi everyone,

I keep thinking of previous dirt poems I’ve published over the years. Here’s one that appeared in THE PURCHASE OF SMALL SECRETS, a Wordsong book by Boyds Mills Press in 1998.

A HOLE IN THE GROUND


What creature
tilled the grass
to tunnel here?

A hole in the ground
always makes me wonder. 

Is this one empty,
choked with dirt
that trickles through the roof
and rattles down abandoned halls?

Or is something there,
heart pounding,
sniffing me
down in the dark?

A hole in the ground
always makes me wonder.


(c) 1998 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved


Meryl, who has illustrated as many books as I've written, was asked for a cover design to meet the catalog deadline. I don't think she'd seen the manuscript yet because when I saw it, I loved the picture but pointed out to my editor that the cover showed a girl and I was a boy. After some quick tweaking, the cover character turned into a boy. But waste not, want not. The original cover character, altered just enough, appeared on the last page of the finished book.  

A visitor from the past

Hi everyone,

For no particular reason, this morning I woke up thinking about a poem I wrote more than twenty-five years ago in a book called THE BOY WHO COUNTED STARS. Among the comments to my blog and Facebook posts yesterday, someone mentioned that book so that must have triggered the memory. Anyway, for what it’s worth, here’s the poem, “A Brief Romance.” Also, for what it’s worth, I can’t get rid of the column of numbers running down the left margin, another frustration thanks to the recent overhaul by WordPress.com .

“Oh Mistress Hen,
Won’t you let me in?”
The fox asked
With a foxy grin,
But the hen said, “I’m too clever.”

“I love you so,”
He murmured low,
“Just one little squeeze,
And then I’ll go,”
But the hen just cackled, “Never!”

“Don’t make me blue,
My sweet Baboo,
I’d do anything for you,”
But the hen said, “No you wouldn’t.”

“My knees are weak,
I can scarcely speak,
I long to kiss
Your lovely beak,”
And the hen said, “I just couldn’t.”

He winked and smiled,
“My darling child,
I’ll only stay
A little while,”
And the hen said, “We really shouldn’t.”

At last the hen
Let the fox come in,
And no one knows
What happened then,
Though it only took a minute.

I can only say,
When she hopped away,
Her tummy was round
And it made her sway,
And I think the fox was in it.

(c) 1994 David L. Harrison

Thank you

Hi everyone,

Tim Rasinski asked if I had a Memorial Day poem in my files so he could use it on his post today. I didn’t have one so I wrote a poem for him. You can read it at https://www.facebook.com/timothy.rasinski/posts/10222982685889230?notif_id=1622144539782656&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic_tagged&ref=notif Thank you, Tim.

My Word of the Month poem for May

Hi everyone,

Sorry to be so slow getting to my poem for May, but here it is.

Now What?

This morning I can’t find my groove.

I had it when I went to bed,

ideas swimming through my head,

but somehow during the night it fled.

This morning I can’t find my groove.

My fickle groove is simply gone.

Without a note to say, “Adieu,”

it vanished leaving not a clue.

Now what am I going to do?

My fickle groove is simply gone

What will happen to me now?

When I awakened with the dawn,

my traitor groove had traveled on.

I’ve never felt so woebegone.

What will happen to me now?

Read me a story

Hi everyone,

Thank you to Tim Rasinski for posting a poem of mine today on his World Read Aloud Day post. “Read Me a Story” first appeared in 1994 in THE BOY WHO COUNTED STARS and has been anthologized a couple of other times I can think of. I’m grateful to Tim for bringing it out for another curtain call.