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Underwater Adventures of Wolf dog and Octopus

As I'm sure most of you know by now, I am an author. Not a very well known author, actually, not known at all, but I do have a book published. That is why I have decided to take the time to do a little shameless self promotion. I know that many of you already own a copy of my book. Some have paid for theirs, and others have not. Even a couple of you were lucky enough to receive them as prizes, Sorry it took me 6-8 months to get it to you.
The book was inspired by my boys, and therefore, is dedicated to them. I am both the author and illustrator of the book, so I am the only one to blame for it's success or failure. Anyway, if you are interested, just click the title below the picture and link to a website to purchase the book. I thank you for your support.

Fireflies, Frogs, and Beavers

The weather was beautiful today! The type of weather I would love to have year round. Mostly sunny, about 70 degrees, with a nice warm breeze. It was perfect for bike riding, which the boys and I did. But it really gave me a severe case of spring fever, in early January! So, in honor of today's weather, my poems will be about fireflies, frogs, and beavers. My poem selections are sort of yin and yang, so let's start with the yang first.

A Fireflies Light

My life is like that of a firefly

stuck on a cold windshield.

I fly through the night touching the sky,

the trees, the wind and the fields.

When from out of nowhere a truck smacks into me,

and within an instant my life is ending.

But for a fleeting moment, my light lives on

with the waning taillights, though, soon it is gone.

Now I'm just a spot at which the driver stares.

He's not really seeing me 'cause he really doesn't care.

And now for the yin.

“Moon Beams and Froggy”

On a hot summer night, beside the water’s edge,

there stands a beaver, his name is Ed.

He stands near the water where the lily flower grows,

and watches the silver moon beams dance to and fro.

In the still of the night, drifting out of the fog

suddenly appears a giant green frog.

He hops along croaking an old Froggy tune of dragonflies,

and lady bugs, and bandit eyed raccoons.

He weaves a tall tale of magic and wonder.

He tells about a pixie parade that ends with a shower of thunder.

He sings through the night about sorrow and joy,

about frolicking in meadows and being chased by boys.

But in the wee morning hours, just before the rise of the sun,

the old frog grows silent, his Froggy tune is done.

And he swims through the dark water to his home hidden away,

leaving Ed, the beaver, to stare in his wake.

Ed gives a big yawn, and then says with a grin,

“I can’t wait till tonight when the old frog comes again.

He is a good storyteller, as you all can see,

so I’ll be sure to bring a friend or two back here with me.”

Shoe String Shenanigans

The following story is an original of mine. My son Forrest, pictured to your right, for the first time has a pair of shoes with shoestrings. I have been trying to teach him to tie his own shoes, unfortunately, I am not as patient as the mom in the story. His shoes are untied all of the time. ARRRGH! I hope you enjoy the story.

“Shoe String Shenanigans”

The following is a tale about Boy One and Boy Two,
Who never did learn how to tie their own shoes?
Boy One and Boy Two was a couple of brothers,
And the lack of their learning was the fault of their mother’s.
Their mother was busy with cleaning and chores,
like folding the laundry that reached from ceiling to floor.
So I’m not saying their mother was bad,
‘cause they could have been taught by their good ol’ dad.
But dad was always busy with work and the lawn,
and when he tried to teach them he’d begin to yawn.
So shoes with no shoe strings is what they got.
Yes, shoes with no shoe strings they helped out a lot.
But the problem began when they started to school,
And shoes required shoe strings, yes, that is the rule.
So off to the shoe store went father and mother
to buy shoes with shoe strings for the two brothers.
And they fumbled and bumbled with those nasty long strings.
No, tying their shoes was a terrible thing.
For days and days they tried to teach one another.
Boy One helped Boy Two and Boy two helped his brother.
But since they had never officially been taught,
Well the laces the ended in one giant knot.
The knot was so big that they could not get it untied.
Why, I believe that the knot may have reached the sky.
Finally the laces could be knotted no more.
The knots were so big the shoes would not fit through the door.
And the brothers well, they both began to cry,
“Why Mother, why, why, why.”
“Please take the time to show us how,
to tie our own shoe strings, we must know now.
For we do not like them all tied up in knots.
No, we do not like it, we like it not.
You must teach us, please do not delay.
You must teach us, Mother, it must be today.”
So their mother put aside all of her chores,
She put off doing the laundry galore.
She sat down beside Boy One and Boy Two
and patiently she taught them to tie their own shoes.