Saturday, August 11, 2012


Where buttercups grow
And the great moose roam
Atop a sugarloaf mountain

Lived three little imps
As big as blue shrimps
Named Baby, Carter and Jacob

They woke up one day
In the land of the Fae
Needing a big adventure

They hopped on a moose
While drinking their juice
And munched on wild bake apples
Down the big mountain
Through a mud fountain
They made their way to the beach
The waves were so high
They laughed and they sighed
The salt water tickled their feet

They met a big crab
Who called himself Brad
As he boogied upon a great branch
A house made of sand
Was made by their hands
And was as tall as a bumble bee
They each built a moat
With seashells for boats
But argued which one was better

They asked a wrinkle
Who nodded and tinkled
And they thought that was kinda gross

They lost their pants
While swimming with ants
And now what would they do?
With sand in their hair
And little butts bare
They decided they should go home

They gathered sweet berries
And called cousin Sherry
The one who wrote this story

They got on a moose
Their tongues very loose
Recalling the days events

Through a mud fountain
Up the big mountain
They made their way back home

With satisfied smiles
That would last a while
They all jumped into their beds

Baby’s blue eyes closed
Dreaming as he dozed
What treasures will tomorrow bring?

Dear little Carter
Could go no farther
Than his bed in the mushroom patch

Jacob, dearest thing
Slept under the wing
Of a soft white speckled owl
Goodnight dearest imps
My blue little shrimps
May all your good dreams come true

©Sherry Irvine – July 7, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Dad and Zach - Maintenance Crew - 2012

I want to play big boy hockey
But I’m much too little to play
I put on my skates and get on the ice
I’m the maintenance crew today

I pretend I’m driving the Zamboni
Around and ‘round the rink
Clearing all the pretty snow
Too make it smooth I think

My hands are on the steering wheel
The big engine screams and roars
The seat is tickling my bottom
As it rumbles across the floor

Around and ‘round the ice I go
My Mommy cheers me on
Everybody loves the Zamboni
Until all the snow is gone

So now I’ll watch my brother
Play hockey upon our rink
As Mommy hugs me warmly
Giving me hot chocolate to drink

I’d like to ride the Zamboni
When I grow up some day
Everyone would cheer me on
Hurray!! Hurray!! they'd say.

The End

© Sherry Irvine – January 24, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Meow…it’s Tasmania here
And I have something to say
Thank you dearest friend
For praying for me today

You kept me warm
Inside your big heart
And because of this
We’re never apart

This love we found
Is precious to me
I am so grateful
For everything, see?

Thank you for rubbing
Behind my big ears
And stroking my belly
Comforting my fears

I will find you again
My beautiful friend
Someday, somewhere
It’s never the end

© Sherry Irvine – January 4, 2012


I am a good dog
I just have my flaws
I get so excited
I dance on my paws

Sometimes I’m loud
It’s because I am proud
My humans are great
And this is my fate!

Hug me and praise me
Lavish me with love
And I will reward you
With the best doggie hug

Cuddle me close
Let’s play every day
And I will surely
Make you say…awe….


© Sherry Irvine – January 4, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


Cuddlebugz Photography - Kitchener, Ontario

Knock knock knockin’ at the old front door
One two three – Lana knocks some more
Little Lana’s knocking, but nobody’s home
Except for a spider running across the stones

The little spider says in her little sweet way
“Would you like to come inside to play?”
Little Lana looked around and said “who me?”
And the little spider nodded and said “yes please”

So the two of them played and talked all day
Weaving their stories, going every which way
They went to the moon on the spider’s web
Fell down laughing on the imaginary bed

They danced on a dew drop and dined on a rose
Played hide n’ seek where the tall grasses grow
But when the twinkling stars came out to play
Little Lana and the spider had to call it a day.

So Little Lana called her mom on the phone
And said “Mommy, I would like to come home”
Now sweet Little Lana is snuggled  in her bed
Dreaming of the moon and a spider’s web.

© Sherry Irvine – January 3, 2012

Friday, October 28, 2011

A Silly Spider Poem

She’s weaving webs
Around my bed
Making the dreams
Inside my head

And in the morning
I’ll eat the bread
That tastes like cherries
All juicy and red

So now I’m fed
Full of cherry bread
Now what was that?
What you just said?

Oh…where’s the spider?
She’s in the garden shed
Sleeping peacefully on
The old snow sled

I will weave a web
Around her bed
To catch the dreams
Inside her head

In the morning
She’ll eat the bread
The piece I lovingly
Left in her bed

©Sherry Irvine – October 28, 2011

The Land Far Away


Hello my child
Let me take your hand
Together we will travel
To a far away land

Where moon rocks and rainbows
And gentle creatures play
Where angels and fairies
Sing songs every day

Where meadows of flowers
Are seen everywhere
Where love is huge
And everyone shares

Where the oceans roar
And call out your name
The wind ruffles your hair
And you laugh all the same

Let’s play in the waterfalls
We will have such fun
Frolicking on hill tops
Until your sleep is done

Fly with me upon my wing
To the land far away
Where the sunshine is warm
And we’re free to play

Sweet dreams my little one