my favorite poems...

Here are some of my favorite poems from Kristine O'Connell George's "The Great Frog Race"

"Ghost Children"
I hear the quiet clank of the chains
against the pole.
The ghost children are swinging
in the moonlight.
Warm breezes and spring smells float
on slivered grasses.
Ghost mothers creak the wicker rockers
on the porch.
Talking softly as they weave their
honeysuckle dreams.
The children are swinging higher
into the trees.
Catching the moon between their knees.


"Dragonfly"
Hovering and darting,
brightly iridescent,
wings scord like windowpanes,
this tiny piece of flying
cellophane.


"Metal Bucket"
No one remembers when
(or even if)
they ever bought one.

One day, it's just there,
sharp and shiny
in the sun. Proud.

A thin strong handle,
lip rolled just so for pouring,
smooth flat bottom for sitting.

Later, grayed and dented,
it is even friendlier,
loyal and steadfast.

A metal bucket
stays with its family
for life.