The Wind

Can you hear the wind blow-

racing through the trees?

Can you hear it rustling,

dancing in the leaves?

Can you see the breeze move-

soft petals all a flutter?

Dry brown leaves twist in the air

landing in a jumbled clutter.

Can you feel the wind pass

right by you in a rush?

Currents charging forward

creating loud from peaceful hush.

Can you stretch your arms out

as  w i d e  as  w i d e  can be?

Look right up and shout out loud-

a holler full of glee!

Can you run and chase it

that freeing primal sound?

And when you catch it, keep it close-

both feet upon the ground.

Puddles

I love to jump in puddles-

big splashes flying ‘round

as raindrops falling from the sky

are dancing on the ground.

I love to jump in puddles

in gumboots shiny new-

splats and splotches leaping up

to decorate my shoes.

I love to jump in puddles-

running with a leap!

And landing “splosh!”with two feet flat

in the messy, mucky deep.

I love to jump in puddles-

it always makes me laugh!

We slip and slide on wet slick paths

‘til we fall upon the grass.

I love to jump in puddles-

squeals dancing in the air;

wind whipping past as currents move

and tango with my hair.

I love to jump in puddles-

You know why this is true?

‘cos when it rains, I catch your hand

and you come jumping too!

Storms

The canvas up above

was dull and murky grey-

small faces at the window

wishing it away.

And then the rumbling started-

deep low-pitched sounds from far-

air crashing and expanding

as lightning strikes each bar.

Flash!

Crash!

Rumble!

Roar!

BOOM!

The operatic din-

earthshaking rhythms sent

from the highest of the heavens

to where we huddled, bent.

We peeked from under sheets-

the walls of forts we’d made-

to see if it was over-

so we could go and play.

The patter of the rain

on windows clear with glass

meant just a little longer

‘til we could run on grass.

And as we watched it dripping-

drops tapping out a dance-

we saw the clouds move slightly

and gazed, caught in a trance.

S t r e t c h i n g  out before us-

colours rich as gold-

was a perfect arc of rainbow

smiling warmly through the cold.

My Bike II

This is for my daughter.

The big sister.

Faster than the wind,

flying like a rocket,

I race along the path,

treasure jingling in my pockets.

Speeding past the trees,

ducks swimming on the lake,

I weave between the runners

and leave them in my wake.

“Woo-hoo! Wee-heeeeee!”

into the breeze I yell!

Closer, closer, closer-

ringing on my bell!

Squealing to a halt,

cheeks rosy from the flight,

I wait ‘til little brother

slowly ambles back in sight.

My Bike

I wrote this poem for my son.

To encourage him on this next milestone.

My bike moves very fast-

wheels spinning ‘round and ‘round

wind flying swiftly, peddles turn-

I almost leave the ground!

My bike is super speedy-

I make my mummy run.

We ride and run together

‘cos it’s a lot of fun!

I race her to the corner-

watch while she catches up,

I laugh ‘cos I’m the winner!

She gives me big thumbs up.

My bike has two large wheels-

I balance there just so,

(but sometimes when I’m tired,

I lean a bit down low).

My bike has little trainers

but I don’t need them anymore-

I think I’ll ride without them

now that I am four!