A Tricube Poem ~~ Hearts pitty-patty

First grade love

I love you
Without fail
Whole bunches

Really do
Tarts in pail
Share lunches

Me 'n you
Set our sail
Trust hunches
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 - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 20i8, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/fussy-little-forms-tricube.html?m=1
 - Check the link above to learn of the tricube poem. It's three verses of three lines of three syllables each.
 - Believe it, I had a first grade crush. How about you?

A garden poem for Thursday

 

Where I'm Planted

Here I am rooted in good soil
Others rooted in wet or pots
You might say wrong side of the tracks
Richer digging builds character
Search for food deep down makes me tough

My waist is at water level
I drink in the rains of knowledge
Head shoulders arms are raised up high
I search the skies but kiss the ground
Here I'm placed happy with no choice

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - Pictures are 'PrintScreen' copies from Margaret's post, linked below
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html?m=1
 - Margaret wrote, "My dear friend and gifted artist, Toril Fisher, has once again generously offered to allow us to use her paintings for our poetic endeavors. (We are to) ... credit her as the artist.  She has a Facebook page "Toril Fisher Fine Art".  She can also be found on Instagram under ( @torilart) Toril Fisher.  She sells her artwork at numerous art fairs in the summer.  I own a number of her paintings..."

Cow's in the pasture ~~ Tuesday Poem is Written

Bovine Pastures and ...
  The poet writes 

Let the bovine pasture at day
Her calf's in the shade 'neath a tree
Suckle her baby when she's back
She chews her cud while the kid sleeps

Let the farm boy write his ditty
A poem of the cattle and sheep
No sheep today they're being sheared
That's man's way of keeping them cool

Let the bovine pasture at day
Write of the habits of his cow
Use metaphors freely they sell
She's chewing her cud the calf sleeps

Farm lad is writing his memoirs
David-like the giant he slew
What good for him he didn't know
Baby's saved cow loves him for that

Bovine's resting under the tree
Chewing her cud while farm boy writes
Writes of the lion who attacked
Strangled by the herder calf sleeps

Night comes mama and calf are barned
Baby's suckled more next he sleeps
Mother chews her cud cogitates
Boy on the street selling his work

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  - Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2018. All Rights Reserved

  - Photo Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2007. All Rights Reserved

     [Guatemala 2007 mission trip, mixed with 2009 trip (link), very bottom picture]

 - I'm linked with Willow_switches  (aka Pat) in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-tuesday-platform-poeming.html?m=1