Poem: I Spy Games

I-spy poems we made up while commuting.

I spy a building taller then the trees, 

the birds land on top of it and do as they please.

Do you see there's a stick all the way on top. 

It looks like the handle of a mop. 

(a skyscraper antenna downtown)

I spy something brown 

that sits upon ur head. 

This one has something green

on top of it instead. 

This one is short and straight, 

I know you have it and I do too,  

we see it early and late.

I found it, can you?

(Your morning hair colic) 

I spy something brown sticking out of the ground

Sometimes it's a little white, and I keep it in my sight - leafless trees

I spy a passing blue sign

It is leaving us behind

It is blue red and white

I cannot keep it in my sight - highway signs

I spy something flying by

It's way up in the sky

It's brown and white

Concentrating on their flight - Birds

This original poem was from November 2010, while nursing my younger son.

I spy something. 

Warm and wet, 

it's in the morning that u get.

It tastes yummy, just divine,

But it doesn't taste like mommies wine.

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