The Ladybug Song

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It’s the season of the ladybugs. My daughter loves to go explore and look for them everywhere and she has succeeded finding a lot of these cute creatures. Also, we have put them in a jar, watched them and let them go again. My daughter had questions so I had to research on what the ladybugs eat, how to tell a female from a male etc. Oh the joy they bring! Filled with that joy I wrote this poem and I hope you like it. It’s like a ladybug from us to you!

THE LADYBUG SONG

On your arm I will rest to see your little smile

I will make you giggle,

Your nose, I will tickle.

 

I don’t make a sound but the sound of your laugh

When I touch your hair

Will spread in the air.

 

Happiness will be contagious to every living person

It will spread around the world

Like a beautiful song.

 

Who would have thought, it all started with a ladybug

A bug in red and polka dots

A bug that brings cheerful thoughts.

 

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Ledia Bostic

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My Dad Is Superman

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I’m telling you, among all men
My dad is Superman!
Believe me, I’ve got proof,
I caught him sitting on the roof!

He said he had to fix a thing
I bet he flew there like the wind.
And the thing he had to fix
Were bad people and their conflicts.

I have proof, I know for sure,
He keeps every kid secure.
Just like me when I am sick
This is his great old trick.

He has mighty arms to hold
And a heart made of gold.
He is strong and lifts me high
Like I’m flying in the sky.

The biggest smile in the world
His love for me won’t grow cold.
Do you believe what I say?
Mom tells him: You save the day!

I haven’t caught him on the tape
But sometimes he wears a cape!
He says, a hero to become,
You need to think and act like one!

So, I’ll think and act like my dad.
I have nothing else to add.
You don’t believe the words I say?
Okay! My dad is my hero anyway!

Party On The Clouds

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When it’s storming outside
And you hear loud thunder
Don’t be scared little one
But it’s okay to wonder.

Think as if there’s a party
And clouds are playing drums
Don’t worry about a thing
When you hear those dum-dums!

Yes, it’s big beautiful clouds
Playing a concert up in Cloudland
The fans clap and shout
For their favorite cloud band.

When you hear lots of thunder
Be happy! Nature is singing live!
When you are out of fingers to number
They’re just giving loud high fives!

Don’t be scared little one
From lightning up high in the sky
The concert needs sound and lights
And some wind that goes by.

Next time you hear thunder
Don’t go hide under your cover
Join the party with the clouds
Before it’s gone, before it’s over.

©Ledia Bostic

Play Fun, Play Dough!

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Play dough, play dough,
It’s so fun to play,
You can make a bird,
A beautiful blue jay!

Yes way!

Who needs all these toys
When you become the maker
Of a colorful house,
That lays on a green acre.

I’m not a story maker!

You can make a star,
You can make a snake
You can make a bunny
You can make a cake!

How cool is that?

I know someone
That would make trees
And turtles and flowers
And tiny little bees.

Trust me please!

I can make a butterfly,
I can make a fish,
The funniest part though,
Is when smashed and squished.

It’s like jelly fish!

Let’s not buy toys
For sometimes I say,
Just get some play dough
It will save your day!

It will be okay!

Lullaby On A Rocking Chair

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An empty rocking chair won’t rock
If you don’t sit on it,
A lullaby won’t live
If you don’t sing,
A hand will be lonely
If you don’t hold another hand,
Words will disappear
If written on sand.
A heart will grow cold
Without the warmth of love,
A house without people
Cannot be called `home`,
We all need each-other
On bright days and gray ones,
I would not be `me`
Without everyone.

© Ledia Bostic

11 Ways of Painting

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You can paint with a brush

Those little chicks that blush.

You can paint with a color spray

A bird, a beautiful blue jay.

 

You can paint with your finger

A cold snowy day of winter.

You can paint with a sponge

Your mom’s picnic Sunday punch.

 

You can paint with a leaf

The many colors of a reef.

You can paint with your feet

Walk on paper instead of the street.

 

You can paint with a color splash

A big watermelon smash.

You can paint with your marbles,

You can paint blowing bubbles.

 

You can paint using your toes

And paint a morning dew rose.

You can paint with blueberries

Your favorite little fairies.

 

What you choose to paint with

It doesn’t matter much today.

It matters though if you paint or not

So bring some color to the grey!

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Photo credit: Jim Pennucci 

I Took The Train To The Clouds

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I took the train to the clouds

And got away from the crowds
With birds singing all the way
A peaceful song in my ears to play.
 
I saw many different faces
That I have seen in all those places
Where I lay down in soft, soft grass 
Sipping lemonade from a jar of glass. 
 
I saw sheep and bunny clouds
And trumpets that play loud 
Shook hands with cats and dogs
And kissed a pink fluffy little frog.
 
Oh the things that I can think
In just one moment of an eye blink
When my dad lifts me in the air
I can’t help to dream, I swear! 
 
And as my ‘dream train’ takes me away
Softly I close my eyes and pray
May all the children everywhere
Feel the love spreading in the air.  
 
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