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Charles Ghigna - Father Goose®

the author of more than 100 award-winning books from Random House, Disney, Hyperion, Time Inc.,

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Jazz Pond


Swaying reeds of rhythm,

Echoing waves of rhyme;

The pond becomes a concert

When the moon is in her prime.


A chorus of croaks from the lily pads,

A choir of crickets on shore;

The pond is tuning up again,

Come hear the music soar!



©Charles Ghigna


8 comments:

Irene Latham said...

I love iet when the pond tunes up. :) Esp. nice thought on this chilly morn.

Charles Ghigna (Father Goose) said...

Thank you for hosting Poetry Friday
...and for pondering my pond! ;-)

Shoshana said...

Oh, the words "ponder" and "pond" should spend more time together!

Charles Ghigna (Father Goose) said...

Thanks, Shoshana.
I want to read your "pond/ponder" poem when it's ready!

LitLass said...

I love your poems and can't wait to show them to my 7-year-old poetry lover.

Shoshana said...

(A ponder/pond poem of sorts)

When the day gives way to wander
I can trek to towns beyond or
simply sit beside a pond or
just a rain-created lake,
for there's naught of which I'm fonder
than daydream carried yonder
when it's up to me to ponder
just the shape my time will take.

Charles Ghigna (Father Goose) said...

Thanks, Shoshana!
Great poem! Great lines!

"...there's naught of which I'm fonder
than daydream carried yonder
when it's up to me to ponder..."

Ponder on! Ponder on!

Shoshana said...

Thank you! I'm glad you like it!