A Pretty Flower - A Silly Little Poem

Oh to be a pretty flower

With a long and golden main

My Face is fuzzy and SO bright

But he loves me all the same

Or maybe does he love me not

As he’s pulling out my hair

I wish that I could hurt him back

But life’s just not that fair

©Trisha Shaffer 2016

Lilly the Lama

Lilly the Lama was a silly dilly Lama that liked to go out and play

She’d leap in the air with out such a care and would dance in the fields all day

Once it was dark Lilly starred at the stars and watched them dance up in the sky

She thought “oh, how fun to be such a star and I'll be a star say’s I”

So from that moment oh Lilly walked with great pride, without care in the world

For she knew in her heart she was clever and smart and in her mind she would constantly twirl

She’d flip in the air when no one was there and imagine she’d go very high.

Way up like the Starts that dreamed she could be, oh how she wished she could fly

Lilly the Lama was the happiest Lama when darkness would cover the Land

Cause Lilly could see all her friends in the sky and she knew that her life was grand.

Lilly would snuggle and stretch in the grass that covered the fields with green

She didn’t seem to care there was giggling there and that other Lamas were mean

For she knew in her heart she was clever and smart and in her mind she had friends galore

Who would laugh and play at the end of the day and would make her heart sing once more

Lilly the Lama was a silly dilly Lama that liked to go out and play

She would dance all the night with her stars in the sky and began to sleep all the day

The other Lamas laughed at poor Lilly Lama for her foolishness with the Stars

with her chin in the air and not such a care and told them to go to mars

For she knew in her heart she was clever and smart in her mind she could do anything

And that is why if you look up to the sky you’ll see Lilly the Lama shine down

With a twinkle, Sing , Bling you can do anything to lift your self right off the ground.

©Trisha Shaffer 2016

The Puppy Saw the Cat

A Puppy was walking down the street and saw a cat

The Puppy chased the Cat around a tree

The Cat ran up the tree to get away from the Puppy

The Cat came across a squirrel

The Cat chased the squirrel across a Branch and the squirrel slipped

The squirrel fell and landed on a lizards back

The lizard became very scarred and ran right into a bush

The bush shook and a leaf fell off

The leaf blew in the wind and a Puppy was trotting by

The Puppy played with the leaf, and then he saw a cat

The Puppy chased a Cat around a tree

©Trisha Shaffer 2016

A Short, Short Story - Flips over active imagination!

I think that my cat Flip has an over active imagination.  Sometimes when I come home from school he is sitting on the couch purring but the house has been made a mess.  I like to think that it’s because he was chasing the pirate mice away.  The mice surly came into the house to get the golden cheese and steal all of my mother fine jewelry.  But as soon as Flip saw the mice, the game was on.  He hunted them down like the dirty pirates they are and kicked them out of our house…And that is why the lamp has tumbled upside down and the drapes are coming off the rod.  It’s why the TV is on and the coffee table is on its side.  And why the fish are flopping on the floor and the flour from the kitchen has made its way around the house in little flip paw prints…Well, I think maybe flip has an over active imagination…Or maybe I do and I have one very bad cat! 

©Trisha Shaffer 2016

My Tallest Tree

When I was three I scrapped my knee climbing up the tallest tree that I had ever saw!

It was SO big that even Mr. Keg just had to drop his jaw

My mom would yell at me and scowl when I would climb my tree

‘Cause I would not just go half way, I’d go where I could see…

Straight to the Top, I’d climb so high the wind would want me down

It would try to push and pull at me and knock me to the ground

But I would hold on very tight and look around in awe

For I could see my house from there and wave to Pa and Ma!

But when I would come down that tree id' get me every time

My knee would hold the evidence that I had had a climb

I’d walk into the house at dusk and go strait to my room

Somehow Ma knew every time and surly I was doomed

And to my surprise this latest eve when I though life was ore

My Ma just looked at me and grinned and hugged me more and more.

I only climbed my tree once more, then on the ground I stayed

I knew it safer on the ground and that’s where I then played.

©Trisha Shaffer 2016

It's the little things!

It's the little things...

It's not the way you do your hair or if you look just right

It's not the way you keep your room or if you’re up at night

It’s the little things that really count each and every day

It’s if you smile, sing, skip and dance along life's merry way

It will not always be about good grades or if you’re extra smart

But I may be about how you treat someone, or if you can appreciate good art

It’s the little things that really count each and every day

It’s if you smile, wink, laugh and hug along life's wonderful way

It's not about where you've been but where you'll go instead

It's not about the color of skin but what’s inside your head

It’s the little things that really count each and every day

It’s if you say and do the thoughtful things along life's amazing way...

Oh, and don't forget to pray!

Poem by Trish D Shaffer

Copyright 2016

Poem by Trish D Shaffer

©Trisha Shaffer 2016

When I was little...

When I was just a boy

My train was my favorite toy

I loved to watch it go round

As it road across the ground

When I was just a girl

I loved to laugh and twirl

My dress would flow out like a bell

Well, as far as I could tell

When I was a young little cat

This tree was where I sat

I would climb when I was bored

Oh my tree that I adored

When I was a little pup

Everyone though me a nut

I would go chasing my tail

And play with my friend the snail

©Trisha Shaffer 2016