POPFU YOU

Pink and brown, you have sat down.
You play within my space.
Your hair is growing, your suntan glowing.
How red upon your face.
Click, click, click.Don’t forget tick.
You’re trying to win the game.
Pop one, pop two, pop lots for you.
High score will show your name.
A loss, a win, you win again.
Your wins are adding up.
You will be glad to get your badge
When you have won enough.

8-3-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Irene playing Popfu

Skies of Adventure

Airplanes transport people
to wherever they may go,
and balloons will go up high
whenever you let go.
Jets are fun to speed in
when you’re looking down,
and skydiving feels so wonderful
as you look around.
The only thing about
these pleasures in the sky,
eventually you have to land
until you once again fly.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. By brother Charlie challenged me to write this poem.