DRAGON EGGS, A CHILDRENS’ POEM SERIES

February 26, 2015 at 8:45 pm 2 comments

I don’t know how or why this began, but it’s a series of children’s poems with more to follow.

If you know my writing you will know this is most out of character. In fact, in the near future I shall post the first chapter of a novel, fully written and currently being edited, which goes beyond horrific. For now, please enjoy these poems.

 

DRAGON EGGS

 

 

 

Dragon eggs, though very small

Will yield a beast surprisingly tall.

All it takes is a safe wet abode

To yield a monster oh so bold.

So if you find their eggs, it would set the world a shiver

With the awesome possibility the beast may someday deliver.

But if it’s near the dawn of the day

Take your find, then straight away

Invite your friends, but tell not what you found

And create a huge omelet to go around.

 

DRAGON EGG OMELET

 

You’ve made your omelet,

A massive omelet

With good things deep inside,

Your friends all joined

But now they’re gone

Perhaps you better hide.

 

For left alone

To clean the kitchen

What is that smell of burning?

The ground is shaking, thump, thump, thump,

For company now you’re yearning.

 

A roar does sound

A mighty roar

And things fall off the wall,

A flame roars past the window,

Should 911 you call?

 

The house grows hot,

So very hot

A huge eye peers the window,

Seeking the eggs she made with love

The dragon’s come to find you.

 

DRAGON’S DISCOVERY

 

She roars a voice

A mighty voice

The tell you of her anger.

You’ve done her harm

A mighty harm

With omelets to your favor.

 

They were so good

So very good

Good food inside your tummy.

But the dragon roars

A mighty roar,

That isn’t very funny.

 

She cries, “My kids, my kids are gone,

“Your evil killed my offspring,

“Who will replace me?

“Who will live on?

“What future does your kill bring?”

 

She weeps a tear,

A mighty tear

That tears your heart asunder,

The thunder roars, a mighty roar

How could you know her sorrow?

 

She loves her family,

Her now gone family,

Family love she cannot hide,

Her heart is broken, mightily broken,

With sorrow now you cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. sherriepalmer  |  March 7, 2015 at 11:34 pm

    Fun! I really like this!

    Reply
  • 2. walttriznastories  |  March 8, 2015 at 9:36 pm

    Thanks.

    Reply

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