Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Apr 22

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Family of Squirrels

The following children’s poem was written in response to Crispina’s weekly challenge.

CCC#76

There’s a tree in the field where squirrels love to play

The trunk is partially hollowed out, come with me to see it today

I’ll introduce you to my friends

You’ll see that there are ten

A family of squirrels that all have names

They are friendly and quite tame

Mama likes to sit on my boot

She really is such hoot

Squirrel Daddy

Never treats anyone badly

Then there is Fuzzy whos never bathed

He was very stinky the other day

The eldest girls name is Pearly

and yes she is squirrely

Next, there are the twin’s Skippy and Slappy

They’re so much fun and always happy

A flying squirrel whose name is Rocky

His mama says he’s quite cocky

Another male, that’s quite burly

Due to his tail, his name is Curly

Abby is my favorite girl

She loves to whirl and twirl

The last of the ten is named Sandy

She’s always asking me for candy

Please come along with me today

Meet the squirrels who love to play

Mar 11

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Is There a Monster Underneath

The following poem was written in response to #Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70.

CCC70

What lurks beneath?

Perhaps something with very large teeth.

Will it bite me if I look to see?

Will it bite me in the knee?

Maybe it’s friendly

Maybe it’s deadly

I don’t wait around

Time to leave this town

Running as fast as I can

Back to my van

Mar 4

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Grouchy & Greta Gnome

CCC#69

Grouchy and Greta Gnome were just waking up from a long winter’s nap.

“Grouchy, look at this mess, what are we going to do?”

“Oh, Greta, come on, I just woke up, let me focus on getting my eyes open.”

“Where did all these empty old pots come from?”

“Would you stop worrying about everything Greta and go find me something to eat, I’m starving.”

“Well, it sure doesn’t look like there’s anything to eat, it’s that time of the year, the misses has not planted anything yet.”

“Good thing I thought about this last fall. If you dig around a bit you’ll find my stash of peanuts in the ground just over there about ten feet to your left.”

Off Greta toddled to find Grouchy some nuts mumbling to herself as she went. “Why is it I always have to be the one to go fetch food for the old grump. Greta do this, Greta do that, I’m not his damned minion.”

After digging up the peanuts and taking them over to Grouchy, Greta started to tidy up the garden as best she could. She wasn’t getting any younger and each year that went by her colour was fading. So was Grouchy’s but it never seemed to bother him. Perhaps this Spring the misses would get out her paints and spruce them both up.

“Greta, Greta, if you want any of these peanuts you’d best get over here before I eat all of them. On your way over find me something to drink.”

Grouchy, I’m not your minion and I’m tired of fetching for you. Get your own drink, and stuff your peanuts!”

To Be Continued …

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #69.

Feb 20

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The Old Farm

The following was written for Crispina’s weekly challenge called Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

CCC#67

Once profitable

Now sits sadly abandoned

To be dismantled

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Dec 4

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The Eagle Haiku

stone eagle

Watching for his meal

He sits high upon his perch

Ready to take flight

This majestic bird

Has a wingspan of eight feet

Powerfully fast

Lives up to twenty

A natural carnivore

Can easily swim

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This haiku was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #56.

Oct 23

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Standing At The Gates

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50

CCC#50

The gates are locked

please let me in

Don’t leave me standing

I must come in

It is my time

please set me free

Don’t leave me out

please let me in

I know I’ve sinned

please don’t rescind

Open up the gates

please let me in

Here I will remain

waiting and anticipating

For the gates to

open for me

Heaven is where

I want to be

© Susan Zutautas 2019

Oct 2

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Stained Glass – Haiku

CCC#47

Brilliance of colours

Shine through stained glass reflecting

yellows, blues, and reds

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.

Sep 25

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Fools On The Hill

the hill

The hill was steep

You couldn’t hear a peep

Till we rolled down the hill

Like Jack & Jill

Giggles and laughs

we looked back at the path

To where we started

Our butts really smarted

Then … one of us farted

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46.

Sep 18

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Down by the River

This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.

CCC#45

Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river

The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver

Daydreaming with memories of my childhood

Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood

The water back then was always choppy

We’d ride down to the river in my father’s jalopy

I come here now to reminisce

Here is where we had our first kiss

So many wonderful memories

Over half a century

This has to be my favorite place

Memories that I’ll always embrace

Aug 21

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