I'm sharing two poems that I wrote for my daughters when they were quite young. One I've shared here before, written with my youngest in mind when she encountered falling snow for the first time. Both have copyright dates decades ago, but copyright still applies.
What's up next regarding writing is simply deciding which route to pursue. I have three books outlined; maybe I should take a poll with the most popular choice being the manuscript I start writing next. Decisions.
Thank you to all for "the reads" and don't forget my websites, www.veronicabatterson.com, and www.veronica-batterson.pixels.com for more updates, photographs and artwork.
Fairy Tales
By Veronica Randolph Batterson
Once upon a time, the story began,
We have heard it over and again.
It happened in a far away place, a very long time ago,
Where kings loved queens, and knights braved places where no one else would go.
The dragons breathed fire and villains were mean,
Wizards knew their magic, or so it seemed.
Damsels in distress were trapped high in a tower,
Witches and warlocks fought each other for power.
Unicorns were horse fairies that flew through the sky,
Granting wishes to good children they often passed by.
Stardust and glitter mixed together on the pages,
To stay with each reader forever through the ages.
This fairy tale kingdom we all seem to know,
Has pixies and purple castles and seven dwarfs who never grow.
What is the moral and what message does the story send?
Just that everyone lived happily ever after.
The end.
Playtime
By Veronica Randolph Batterson
A child of three moved far away
Where heavy coats and mittens were needed to play.
For outside it was blustery, cold and wet
“Whoever heard of playing in weather like this?” her mommy would fret.
Where they were from the weather was warm and sunny
Here all the children looked kind of funny.
For they were bundled and covered, not a visible face
Resembling martians, UFOs or something from outer space.
They wobbled and they hobbled, barely able to walk
Don’t expect words from them for they’re too cold to talk!
So this young child stepped outdoors one day
And looked up at the falling snow to say,
“What are these things dropping from the skies?”
“It’s snow, honey,” her mommy said.
“Well, it’s getting in my eyes!”
