Poem 39. The Smell of Earth

The smell of earth,ha... ,

when the first rain touches her,

magical, special ,I do love,

refreshing so welcoming.

The joy of first shower ,

how can I express.

The end of days so hot it says,

be ready to welcome rain .

I do have the wild desire

to run in the first rain drench,

play in with kids ,go rounds,

and feel the rain on me.

Sad but chains of modesty

which on my legs I do wear

stops me to be a peacock,

enjoy the first rain first hand.

For the poet's United's Thursday think tank prompt smell.

Poem36.A Proud Mother

A Proud Mother

You, my  dear kids live with me.
Happy to be your mother, dear.
  I will share, for your info,
the details of my family tree.
 

Eight of us , seven are boys;
me the only girl of the family.
Father Mr.Sun ,with grace,
looks after us so dearly.

We, a nuclear family so close,
do have lots and lots of cousins.
Numbers of them, count you try,
goes on just like the ocean waves.

Father from 'The Milkyway',
big and respectable family way.
Brothers,sisters countless save,
so many first cousins we so have.

Milkyway ,close to Canis Major
thinks of a merge,out of love. 
Antromeda,Tadpol,Whirlpool
other dears, some to name.
 

A family so vast and wide,
out there life exists, who knows.
I ,the Earth,so proud to have ,
you all as my dear naughty kids.

Written for Jingle's Poetry Potluck.Click the link below to enjoy some great writes of other poets.

POETRY POTLUCK - Nature: Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos