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Posts tagged ‘children’s poetry’

Eggsplats and Mudpie Rainbows

 

Dear Diary,

This children’s book began several years ago as disjointed poetry scattered throughout my journal. Over time, a theme emerged. I tweaked them and compiled them into a picture book. I desired just the right kind of pictures, but was unsure exactly what I wanted. Years past before the illustration ideas crystallized and I found the perfect artist to breathe life into the pictures that capture the spirit and mind of a child. I am very happy to be sharing this with you today.

 

Cover Reveal: Eggsplats and Mudpie Rainbows

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Dear Diary,

 

Cover Reveal for my children’s book “Eggsplats and Mudpie Rainbows” due out in mid April. A whimsical rhyming parade of stuff that children find unendingly fascinating. Accompanied by amazing illustrations by Mr. Jim Cottage. More sneak peaks to come!

Through A Child’s Eyes; an Excerpt

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Dear Diary,

I have been working on multiple writing projects and today I am sharing my favorite parts of my revamped children’s picture book “My Favorite Things”. It is a whimsical look at everyday objects through the perspective of children. I am currently shopping literary agents and publishers for this one.

 

An acorn wears a little hat

for when it’s cold, you know.

And if I plant its head right here,

a forest I will grow.

 

Bubbles always make me laugh

as they float around.

At times they give a slobbery kiss

and burst without a sound.

 

Dandelions are sunshine spots

nestled in the ground.

I will gather all I see

then give you what I’ve found.

 

Eggshells hide a slimy prize.

But what delights me more,

is that moment of surprise

when they end up on the floor.

 

Grass is a poky, comfy carpet.

Perfect for lots of things-

rolling, digging, crawling

and chasing stuff with wings.

 

Mud is very nice to apply-

all oozy, cold and smeary.

I would offer you some in a pie,

but your face looks rather leery.

 

A rainbow sprouts from rain and sun.

I see it floating there.

If you help me find the gold

I promise I will share.

 

A swing throws me into the air

when I stretch my toes up to the sky.

And imagine where I’d love to go

if I could really fly.

 

Mr. Turtle, why do you hide your head?

I’m knocking on your shell.

If you come out and play instead

I promise to treat you well.

 

The vacuum eats dirt and little things

scattered on the floor.

Could it be hungry for my toe?

I worry it wants more.

 

Wind kisses my face and pulls my hair.

I love to feel it blow.

I like to think if it is strong,

up in the air I’ll go.

 

 

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