Judy Ponceby
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Math Teachers never told us....A Poem by Judy PoncebyThe area of a circle is determined by how many slices of pi have been eaten by the local natives.The square root of a turnip is a kohlrabi.The distan.. |
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Nature's LullabyA Poem by Judy PoncebyUp the hill behind gramma's houseIs a natural playground.Filled with may apples and trillium in the spring,Bouncing squirrels and deer in rut in the f.. |
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Fruit of the GodsA Poem by Judy PoncebyDeep luscious purple globes.Dangling sweetly from well-tended vines.Glistening with morning's first dewPlucked gently from fruited stems.Rich scented .. |
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Hippity HopA Poem by Judy Ponceby"Here comes the bunny... |
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Feeling SquirrellyA Poem by Judy PoncebyRodents on speed.... |
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I suppose you could say it is morning, sigh....A Story by Judy PoncebyPicture if you will two people starting their day.... |
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PreyerA Poem by Judy PoncebyIn religious seeming fervorThe mantis preys silentlyAwaiting its timeStriking with blazing swiftnessAnd without mercy.Fulfilling primal instinctsto st.. |
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The ReapingA Poem by Judy PoncebyReap as ye have sown..... |
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Spring's JewelsA Poem by Judy PoncebyFirst a lune, then a haiku, then a tanka..... |
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BA Poem by Judy PoncebyBumbling BumbleBuzzing busily betweenBig bold Buttercups. |
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