|
I came to see the dolphin
I came to see their tricks
I came to watch their smooth bods
Glide through water so slick
But I missed all the dolphin
And I missed all their tricks
For while they were performing
I got motion sick
4/28/05
Girl Scout Leaders
Earn Troop Writing
Badges with MyStoriesAndPoems
Online Poetry-Writng Workshops
Learn more here.
Getting Started
Info for Newbies
MyStoriesAndPoems
critiques workshop
poems submitted to
this site and submitted for
in-house lessons.
Individual contestants
who become members receive
critiques for contest poems,
and may receive critiques for
non-contest poems when MSAP
poetry contests are in session.
Workshop participants
and group contest
entrants receive
critiques and
certificates.
See Sample Critiques
here.
If you would like to see
your poem about a
dolphin on this website
submit it to SillyMommy@MyStoriesAndPoems.com.
Please read poetry submission
rules here before submitting
your poem.
|
"In about an hour,"
Called the captain
of the ship.
"We're likely to spot dolphin
On this Catalina trip.
So hop aboard.
And take a seat.
This dolphin sight
Cannot be beat!”
An unexpected pleasure—
I thought
Heading for the deck.
Turning on my camera
Bat-te-ry usage I check.
Meter displays
I have full charge
To film dolphin
From this here barge.
I sit down across from the rail;
Share the cool breeze that
blows the sail.
I envision blue water
Spouting from dolphin heads.
I envisage their bodies;
Pretend they’re eating squids.
Their slick
Gray torsos nosedive.
Then, leap out of the sea—
Way high above the water
As joyous as can be.
“All aboard,” calls a shipmate
“It’s time for us to sail.”
The ship is prepared to go
Down to the last detail.
I sit back and I notice
A churning in my gut.
I eat four saltine crackers
To soothe this nausea.
Stretching across the bench as
Boat sails across the sea
I give in to the sickness
That's enervating me.
I vomit all my crackers.
Then upchuck all my tea.
And all the food I’d eaten
Before quarter passed three.
In a short moment later
I hear shouts.
I hear screams.
Contented voices crying
‘Bout porpoises they’d seen.
While I lay on the bench in
A nauseating bout,
“Look at that baby pup!” I
Hear tiny tots cry out.
I could not see the dolphin.
I could not see their tricks.
I could not watch their
Smooth bods
Gliding through water slick.
Yes, I missed all the dolphin.
And I missed all their tricks.
For while they were
performing—
I lay down motion sick!
12/06
|
Note to visitors: Although this website remains viewable to the public no lessons, collection pages, or other services are available at this time...
Welcome to MyStoriesAndPoems.com...
where children turn budding poems into flowering perfection, plus, learn to store, safely view, and share precious writing, critiques, and poetry pages. All of this and more is easily accomplished using MSAP's innovative poetry-writing and poetry collecting techniques. Site master and program creator, R. Renée Bembry, has taught many children to write and learn from poetry. Girls and boys alike who thought they could not write, or did not think they had an interest in poetry, discovered the beauty and fun poetry brings and turned out wonderful poems.
