Terrible Tuesday

DSC_0084  bestJust hopping to explain why my post today was in error. I was working on a draft for the blog hop which is scheduled for next Monday, and I accidentally clicked on publish and away it went. 😦   I hurriedly caught up with it and deleted it. Thankfully, I copied it over and so all was not lost. I am sorry that a portion of the post came in your emails and that you could not find the rest of it. I shall try to not make that mistake again. But I can’t promise I won’t.  Please forgive the error. Look for the post next Monday, called Not So Accidental Blog Tourist Hop.


Mortimer’s Minute Blog Hop by Freeda Baker Nichols

Mortimer’s Minute Blog Hop has been doing the poetry rounds for a little while now. The former International Christian Poet Laureate and regular contributor to Poetry Friday, Violet Nesdoly brought Mortimer to Canada. Catherine, my lovely friend, has sent him to me. And she requested a knit hat for him.

I’m bringing Mortimer down south, but I don’t knit, so I can’t knit a hat, but he won’t need one down here in our beautiful climate. Why just the warmth of our words and the tall grasses on our farm, here in the mountains, will keep him warm and happy.

Mortimer: Where do rabbits stay in daytime?

Why–they stay in rabbit burrows in the good earth. They are safe. Not one cat knows where to find them.

Mortimer: Do you like books about rabbits?

Of course, I do.  And I love poetry about rabbits.  I will try to write a rabbit poem.  Maybe you will like it.

Mortimer:  Who are some of your favorite storybook rabbits?

The Velveteen Rabbit, for sure.  And none other but that old, old favorite, Peter Rabbit.

English: Cover of The Velveteen Rabbit.

English: Cover of The Velveteen Rabbit. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Rabbit

When the sun went away
a rabbit came to play.
At night, he hopped around
and did not make a sound.
His eyes were pink and bright–
they shone into the night.
He saw the moon arise
to sail across the skies.
He ate all of his greens
and his carrots and beans.
He hopped back home to rest
in his snug, little nest.

Thanks so much, Mortimer, Violet and Catherine.

Here’s how the blog hop works: Here’s How-to-Hop, “Mortimer Minute” style! •  Answer 3 questions. Pick one question from the previous Hopper. Add two of your own. Keep it short, please! This is a Blog Hop, not a Blog Long Jump. This is The Mortimer Minute—not The Mortimer Millennium! •  Invite friends. Invite 1-2 bloggers who love children’s poetry to follow you. They can be writers, teachers, librarians, or just-plain-old-poetry-lovers. •  Say thank you. In your own post, link to The Previous Hopper. Then keep The Mortimer Minute going: let us know who your Hoppers are and when they plan to post their own Mortimer Minute.

The Snows of Banner Mountain

The snows of Banner Mountain
made a rug for rabbit’s feet.
The snows fell in the night-time
to become our morning treat.
Snowballs whizzed all around us
as we played out in the snow.
Snow angels guarded over us
in our childhood long ago.
Vanilla-flavored snow ice cream
turned into our favorite dish
when the snows of Banner Mountain
made for real our winter wish.

Snow Fell in the Nighttime

Snow Fell in the Nighttime

 c Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols Continue reading