Where’s my head? I have been cruising along the month of April without writing about National Poetry Month. I will make every endeavor to catch up – there’s so much to write about.
Here’s a poem from one of my favorite children’s poetry books, Today at the Bluebird Cafe, by Deborah Ruddell:
She rides the sky like she owns the sun,
on a sea of air and light –
surfing, skimming, rising high,
then sweeping low and tight.
She swoops to catch a perfect wave,
her wings held straight and true.
You lift your chin and hold your breath
and wish you could do it too.