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

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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