Oh Dog! It’s been awhile since we shared some poetry. We gotta fix that!
Are you ready for an Autumn Poetry Challenge?
Here’s my poem:
Fall on the Florida coast. They’re freezing up north while we roast. Still green on the trees, but the native folk freeze. Oh it’s cold weather I miss the most!It’s your turn! I can’t wait to read your poems!
Dogpaddling Through Life 
‘Poemwalk’
woodland walk
autumn
mushrooms
leaves underfoot
low light
cool skin
a bit damp
much mud!
mood lifts
lungs breathe
legs pump
smile
companion by my side
trotting
sniffing
satisfied
Lesley Beeton, 2012
Woo woo woo! Your poet is always fabulous, Rumpy! Here is mine!
I know I’m very bad at poetry things but I loooove joining and enjoying!
I feel the difference
because mom takes me for a walk
a little later in the morning and
a little earlier in the evening
I feel the difference
because leaves and the air have changed their smell.
We ‘doggies’ have neither watch nor calender
but…. we feel it that…Fall has come!
Have a lovely Saturday, Rumpy!
I LOVE it! Thanks Kevin!!!
Great poem Rumpy – very impressive. I guess whilst most people would be delighted with the warmth, a dog like yourself would enjoy a bit of snow and freezing cold. I can’t do a poem about autumn as we are in spring (well, that’s my excuse for not being able to think on up anyway).
You could share one about spring…. we promise not to be envious!
That’s a nice poem… think it’s not easy for a nordic dog without snow … we have always rain – very uncomfy :o(
I don’t like rain! Poo!
Hiya Rumps! Great poem, fellow Mallie pal! Yeh, I imagine Florida is quite different when you’ve been used to it being colder. Must be weird. I don’t think I’d like it.
Here in Ontario, it is feeling colder each day and I love it. My fur undercoat is flourishing and so am I. Come on, snow!
I wrote one autumn poem on September 16th and it’s on my blog. http://www.loupslifelessons.blogspot.ca/
I was so inspired that I wrote another one yesterday. What can I say? Loup, the Bard, that’s me! This season just inspires me to greatness but then most things do! I’m Loup, the Great after all.
I think Fall is such a dumb word
The fact it’s a season is really absurd,
If you look in the dictionary, fall means to drop
This butchering the language has gotta stop,
When did they decide that Fall is a season?
Come on now, there must be a reason.
Maybe it’s because the leaves fall to the ground
They crunch underfoot, such a glorious sound,
They can keep calling it fall, I won’t contest
Cause I’m a snow dog and love winter best!
Oh Dog! Now THAT is talent! You are awesome Loup!
Great poem Rumpy…..it expresses the same feelings my Mom had when she lived in Florida for a while and missed Virginia’s fall and winter so much!!! Here’s my poem for Fall!
Leaves falling from the trees
Piled so high, can’t see my knees!
Chasing squirrels is so much fun
Even old kitties love to run….
Crispy mornings, fireplace smells
Soon the sound of Christmas bells.
Happy Saturday Rumpy!!
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
Oh Dog! Running in leaves is the BEST! Great poem Sammy!
Very cute
Hey! Glad to see you guys are back online!
The Leaves have fallen,
and are Brown on the Ground.
Soon Snowflakes will be Found.
Oh Dog! I wish there will be snowflakes here! Great poem!
Great poem. Ginger wants to write a poem.. so get ready for something terrible…
Roses are longer red,
violets are no longer blue,
I love the falling leaves of autumn,
for it covers up the dog poo!
hmmmm…. dad is holding his face in his hands again… what does that mean?
It means he is envious of Ginger’s talent!
Clever Dog, i shall take this to the barn for Scrapper the Critic. He did not much like My poem this morning. You may have better luck!! c
What? I thought only cats were critics!
Your poem is lovely, R. Around here, lately, Fall is:
Hurricane Sandy – windy and wet
A snowstorm next – we’re not dry yet!
Fall should be crisp and clean and pretty
This fall is messy and sloppy and sh#@*ty
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Global warming is really messing things up for all of us!
That’s a good one Cupcake. Hang in there!
Mick asked me to post this for him. He says it’s an Autumn poem. Hmph. You will just have to be the judge.
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Leaves of orange and red and gold; in my paws and thumbs I’d hold.
I’d run around the house outside and make the little mousies hide.
I’d climb the porch post puma like and spring upon the neighbor’s tyke.
With eyes that glow of sulpher and flame I’d stalk just every sort of game
The deer would flee for fright of me
The groundhog dive to stay alive
The squirrells would flash their tails and run to shelter in their lofty hives.
For I am Mick; The Mighty Cat; my black coat like the void
My Daddy says I’m rough and tough; my sisters get annoyed
But i just know in my brave heart; I’m Top Cat of my pride
And I would rule the world; if Dad would just let me outside.
Mick, you got skills! MEOW! -June Buggie
My rat terrier Spots take on Autumn:
Finally what they call the dog days of summer have past
The sun is soft on my wiry black coat
I have the energy again in the cool fall breeze to run blurry fast
Lots of my prey are on the move to their fall places of rest
Each day I hope one will stray
Away from their nest
The things that fall from trees stir my inner huntress fire
They flutter and dance
Tease my innermost desire
Smells from the kitchen this time of year make my tummy grumble
I find myself hoping
Mommy will stumble
It’s fall my favorite season here at last
This is my first year in my true home
It’s going to go by….much too fast
Boy Rumpy, I guess it would be really hard for a winter dog like you to live in Florida. You probably wouldn’t like it here much either. Here’s my poem:
Fall on my trails
The best time of year
the trees are still green
and the blue sky is clear
The rocks stand out red
gentle breezes caress
till a storm called Brutus
makes me run for my nest
Hey, that’s pretty good, Rumpy.
Hey Rumpy, Jet here.
Boy there’s some major poetic talent going on! Here’s a go from yours, truly: (written immediately, no stopping and thinking!!!)
Fall in the Tropics:
Fall is the reason
to end Hurricane season.
The temperature may dip
to a brief ’50s nip.
Mornings turn bright
as I catch squirrels in my sights.
If I’m lucky and witty,
there’ll be a drop in humidity.
Many rabbits to chase.
Come little bunny, let’s race!
Lots of squirrels to bark at,
Though they don’t want to chat.
It’s busy in the fall.
I can go chase my ball.
But when there’s prey to be found,
I am one happy little hound.
But don’t worry about them.
I’m embarrassed to say (a’hem),
I can’t catch them, I’m too tame.
Its really just the fun of the game.
Mowzers! Loads of talent, we can see. Maxie, the competition is stiff. You sure you wanna submit yours?
Maxwell: An Ode to a falling Leaf (Mom steps away from keyboard)
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Great poem Rumpy 🙂
We have noticed that Fall
Has been replaced by Autumn
Most Americans now call
Fall, Autumn! So let’s supportem!
Can’t write a poem about Fall
‘Cause it’s Spring here, and all
When the cold air is North
The warm air is South
And confusion for one and all
From your Aussie furend, Sweetie.. woof..! 🙂
The windows were open
With the air coming in.
The fresh autumn air
Caused my whiskers to grin.
The squirrel is out gathering
From trees short and tall.
That bushy tail critter
Know what comes after fall.
I’m getting old in years,
My nose is turning grey.
My eyes have lost their shine,
my hearing’s just okay.
I spend my whole day dreaming
of conquests in my past,
lying in a sunny window.
Waiting for you great Baast!
Kisses
Nellie
Today I saw a crocodile,
It sat and stared at me!
I didn’t run, I didn’t shriek,
In case I was his tea!
But feeling brave I shuffled close,
To see his scary jaws.
The crocodile was not impressed,
And flexed his giant claws!
The beast prepared to eat me up,
He snapped, he snarled, he blew!
But I just stood and tapped the glass,
‘Cause this croc is in the zoo!
I like that one Jane.
oh how fun, I think you’ve got the knack for it and wow so do many of your visitors. Here’s what I came up with:
If I could only live in the Florida keys
I’d be wearing shorts that show my knees
Every day I’d get a big sunshine fix
Maybe on a beach where I’d throw Rumpy sticks
Instead I live where we get snow
to a beach, in shorts, you would not go,
unless of course you’ve lost your mind
or maybe smokin’ tobacco of another kind.
Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves, Autumn leaves.
They are seen on the trees.
They are seen in the air.
Whirling softly around.
Autumn leaves, Autumn leaves.
They sing a rustling song.
As our footsteps we hear crunching on the ground.
It’s a beautiful sound.
And their name is well known.
For they come every year.
Autumn leaves, Autumn Leaves.
Not much of a poet, but here’s my take on Rumpy’s theme 🙂
Fall on the Florida Coast
Time of year I love da most
Da heat’s gone away
When I go out to play
I can run super hard and not roast
It’s from BJ: I’m not the best poet but i wanted to try and make the Rump laugh.
I’m a little dog and low to the ground
So I hate a hurricane because of the sound
My ears a sensitive and the it makes me shale
Nothing mom does will calm me down
I shale and shale becasue of the sound
So I hate a hurricane because of the sound.
I don’t mind the snow ’cause it’s soft and light
and it lands on my nose and then it melts.
The snow is cold and mom puts me in a coat
i feel like a jerk but I pretend to gloat
I just got a FidoFleece coat in a pretty red
It’s warm and toasty maybe I’ll wear it in bed.