All poetry below by Mary Lafleur
Copyright 1996, All rights reserved.
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Let's pretend the fire's lit. It's cold outside So
here we'll sit And tell our stories Friend to friend And weave
the magic. Let's pretend.
Icicles hang, pointed Like teeth
Beneath the ledge Biting back at the cold.
For A Blanket
My kingdom for a blanket On a cold winter's
night. I love to feel all snuggly And tucked in tight.
kingdom for some cocoa All steamy-brown and hot. I gave away my
kingdom? Oh, I forgot.
Deep In The
Deep in the forest The cold winds blow Covering the
earth In a sea of snow.
I spy a cave. Sh, not a
peep. Look, can you see the bears Fast asleep? Big bears and
little bears Sound asleep.
I know a secret Still and small. We planted
daffodils Last fall. And know what else? It's spring, and
so Quite soon the whole Wide world will know. They'll know
without One hint at all: We planted daffodils Last fall.
There's a road in the rug And I'm running round in
circles, And I'm leaning Toward the middle, just to Keep from
There's a circle in a circle And I'm flying just
a little And I'm headed for a landing On this dizzy patch of
Dump truck, pick-up truck, Lightning bug. There's a
pie in the oven. There's a road in the rug.
There's a puddle in the middle Of our city, and it's
pretty, But I wonder as I wander Near the shore, How much
puddle doees it take To become a comely lake Not a piddle Of a
A tree with roots so deep So deep, can become
a boat And made to creep Across the water, like a
wish, Untangled, free as any fish.
Somebody Loves Me
Somebody loves me, Want to know
who? It's not my mom, Though she loves me, too. It's not my
dad, Silly as can be. He's always saying That he loves me
three. It's not my sister, Running out the door, She doesn't
talk much, But she loves me four. And my baby brother's Just
barely alive. He doesn't talk at all, But he loves me five. And
my friend, Hanna, Shows me magic tricks, So I know she loves
me At least six. And Grandma and Grandpa Let me stay up
late. So I say they love me, Seven and eight. And Maxwell
Anderson, That brave dog of mine, Barks every day That he loves
me nine. Even our babysitter Now and then Admits that she loves
me And that makes ten.
Somebody loves me. Want to know
who? It's someone who's very Very close to you. I bet you can't
guess it If I count to three.
I'm that somebody! I love
The Sun is Up
The sun is up Between the trees To wake the birds And shake
The sun is up And shining bright: Good
morning, morning. Good night, night.
Don't think about pink elephants -- Don't think about
them now. Think of anything at all Anywhere or how Think up or
down Or near or far Across the continents, But don't, and I
mean don't Think about pink elephants.
elephants Pink, pink, pink? That is what I thought you'd
Drip By Drip
Drip by drip The raindrops
slip Between the tree's Wide, windy grip.
Drop by drop
They softly plop Into my fingers Where they stop
shake My fingers free, Just like the wind. Just like the
I wonder if the birds Envy me with all my
things, Or if they know I envy them Their tiny bones and
You meet a dog, you greet a dog You say, "How do you
do?" You meet a cat and fancy that She's best of friends with
you. You meet a dog, you meet a cat That's very fine;
however, I wouldn't throw a party Just the three of you
The sun has set The earth on
fire Again today, Smoldering still As embers dance And drift
away Beneath dark skies: Fireflies.
Let's Pretend Again
Let's pretend The fire's out And we're
all sleepy Round about, And I sing one more song For you And
all your sweetest dreams Come true. Let's pretend.