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Shawn, the Leprechaun   2 comments

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There once was a tiny leprechaun

who lived in the hills of Ireland upon

fields of flowers and grass so green

he wandered about, but couldn’t be seen,

the little man known only as Shawn.

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Then one day he came to town

sprinkling his lucky gold dust all around.

Like a bit of magic, he spread his cheer

to everyone everywhere, far and near,

then quietly left without a sound.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone who wants or needs a little cheer. 🙂


There flew a big kite

There flew a kite so big and so high

it soared above the clouds in the sky

and carried by the winds high and low

a little dog hung on to the string below

passing airplanes and birds; all that could fly

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it was such a strange peculiar sight

to see such a kite with a dog in flight

flying so high and flying right by

catching the attention of everyone’s eye

hanging on to the string with all of its might

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

We lived in a cute, little house

 We lived in a cute, little house,

Where too lived a cute, little mouse;

It was during my nap

When I heard the trap

That caught the toe of my spouse.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Bobcat


Bobcat

I know this funny ole cat

 too big for small places and fat.

“There is no room to move about

 this tiny space. I need to get out.”

    perplexed was he so there he sat.

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paw notes: 🙂 Bobcat is a mixed Siamese and Burmese cat that belongs to my younger daughter and was little more than the size of a child’s hand (a kitten) when they found him quite literally on their front door step, a stray no one wanted. He is now a hefty, funny, and lazy ‘tom’ and rather spoiled by this grandma at least as I will run fresh warm water in the bathroom sink for him to drink, bath, or just splash and play in, whatever he chooses. So, when he sees me come over he hops up onto the sink and waits until I run water for him, then enjoys himself where he has more room. 🙂 He is one of those ‘fat cats’ one cannot help but love and cuddle with. In this particular incident he climbed inside my little granddaughter’s dolly play pen, surely too small for such a fat cat as Bobcat.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)



The oddest tree ever I did see

Walking trail along the Missouri River

Walking trail along the Missouri River

There stood in the woods a tree

with the oddest shape ever I see.

Where is the beaver that chewed

nearly all of the tree now strewed

along the river by me?

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


There lived under a bridge…

The above photo is one I took of the Big Thompson River in my city (Loveland, CO.) where we walked almost every day with our dog, Maggie before the big flood in September of this year, 2013. The bridge seen in the background is now gone, as it was completely destroyed, but the big bridge in the foreground is the underpass at Wilson Blvd., At times there were things left behind having us believe there may have been homeless people living there, but the popular trail was always busy with bikers, hikers, people and their dogs walking it, and everyone was friendly, courteous and we all have missed the trail that was nearly all destroyed by the flood and is presently being rebuilt. photo credit: Joyce E. Johnson


There lived under a bridge by the water

a man when he walked would totter,

but kind was he

to all he did see,

and never to any a bother.

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They called him a ‘troll,’

thought him strange and droll

living as he did

keeping well hid

under the bridge like a mole.

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 (Joyce E Johnson © 2013

Squirrel on a tree


There climbed a squirrel on a tree

“Little squirrel, will you pose for me?”

He said, “I’m busy. Can you hurry?”

I took his picture, and off he did scurry.

He had much to do, and I things to see.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

Photo credit: Thomas W. Johnson

We were able to capture this squirrel while on a hike at the Grand Canyon, North Rim on a recent vacation. This little guy was not in the least afraid of those on the path, and in fact looked as if he enjoyed having his picture taken. We think he was chewing off the bark to build a nest, but continued on with his ‘busy’ work, so I decided to try a fun limerick poem for the photo.

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