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Yippee! In honor of Poetry Month, Easter, and all things rabbity,
my free-verse picture book, To Rabbittown is now only 99 cents
on iTunes, Kindle, Nook--yippee! (Picture me jumping up and
down like an over-caffeinated kangaroo…)
Download the free Kindle for PC  if you don’t have an eReader.

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And here are links to Poetry Month
in the Kidlitosphere–thanks, Jama!









Eli found Squirrel at the dog park.
Eli loves Squirrel.
Squirrel no longer squeaks. 
Eli removed Squirrel’s squeaker.
He couldn’t help himself.

Howdy, Campers and welcome to my 2012 Poem-A-Day Challenge!  Wowee–I can’t believe it’s here again!  This means I’ve been writing a poem a day since I took the challenge in April 2010.  Two. Whole. Years.  Over six hundred poems.

Ask any writer and I’ll bet 98% of us wonder if we deep-down really ARE writers.  Writing a poem a day has given me an amazing gift–I no longer doubt that I’m a writer.

This month, all the poems will be DOG POEMS, because the dog park is my new addiction.  So, let’s get on with the dog show–arf, arf!

 

April 15

POOP PATROL


POOP PATROL
by April Halprin Wayland

Eli is hunching near the fence
on a patch of grass
by the third tree
from the tool shed.

“Against the fence,
patch of grass,
third tree,” I say,
picking up the pooper scooper.

“Patch of grass,
third tree,” I say,
standing against the fence,
looking around.

I squinch my forehead,
turning in one slow circle.
Then I begin walking the area in a grid,
like a search and rescue team.

“Against the fence, patch of grass,
third tree?” I ask myself,
wondering if it was, perhaps,
the second tree.

Or maybe it was further
from the fence?
I open my nose.
Still no luck.

Some call it “Dog Park Cap and Trade,”
Penny calls it a poop exchange.
While Eli is joyously chasing a golden retriever,
I am picking up someone else’s poop.

Poetry Prompt: There is so much humor in our everyday lives.  The trick is to recognize it.

It’s your turn. What do you do in your daily life that might strike others as funny?  You may need to stand on your head to even see this.  Or ask someone who loves you–they’ll know.  Now have fun showing it in a poem.

poem © 2012 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved

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