As I sped down The lonely highway I saw a curious furry animal Standing in my way
It seemed as though It was staring me down As if to challenge me and Taunt me like a clown
Then it scurried to the left Then to the right, in front of me A game of chicken I thought Oh, I see
I kept barreling along, knowing It would get out of the way But it couldn't make up its mind So the squirrel continued to play
The closer I got The more I worried The closer I got That squirrel really hurried
I arrived at the squirrel It stopped and just sat Thump-thump...In the rear view mirror I just saw a splat
Joe Navarro ⓒ Copyright 2014
The oruga was tiny The little caterpillar ate And ate, and ate, So it grew, from a squiggle To a plump striped mass Of caterpillar flesh Eating and growing...and pooping Until one day it climbed out Onto a dry branch and Spun itself into a shell Then after days of solitude It came out, before the Eyes of delighted children Wearing new magical colored clothing A butterfly! We agreed in unison A butterfly! ¡Una mariposa!
He must have thought about it, and Wondered when he carefully and gently Inserted his index finger into one of his Nostrils. Slowly the finger climbed up Into the dark moist walls of the facial Tunnel, full of mysteries, providing a Source of wonderful, yet fascinating Stimulation. Twisting slightly to the Right, then reversing to the left Gracefully, the investigatory digit Paused briefly, before withdrawing From the damp and formerly mysterious Orifice, slowly and gently until It once again met daylight.
Following careful visual examination, Front to back, side to side, the sticky probe Slithered stealthily across the upper lip, Directly below the nostril cave, as it found Another, yet larger, orifice and entered. His eyes were both surprised and delighted, Then satisfied at this new discovery. Now That the process of inquiry went through The sensory stages of touch, seeing and Tasting, there was one more test to be Completed. What would happen if...in other Words, CAUSE and EFFECT. This first grade Student quickly learned that rubbing the Contents of his nose onto the arm of a Neighboring student will cause that student To involuntarily vomit. The process Of inquiry was then complete.
He must have thought That I was this grown up Guy, with nothing else To do. Or that I just Enjoy hanging out with Kids. Spending my Day tying shoe laces, Getting the kids to pay Attention and reading books To them; helping them Spell words and spell Their names; and, how To count up to one hundred. Maybe he just thought That I had free days, Everyday so that I Could just spend my Days with the kids, Or that I was a grown- Up playmate. Or maybe It was an innocent wonder When he asked, “Do you Have a job?”
Al principio los niñitos Eran chiquititos Como ratoncitos Con sus cuerpecitos Pequeñitos Tenían hambre, pobrecitos Pero, comenzaron a comer libritos Para satisfacer sus apetitos Y echaron grititos Comieron libritos bonitos Llenos de letras y dibujitos Hasta que llenaron su cuerpecitos Con palabras y cuentitos Ya no son chiquititos Ahora son estudiantitos
IT’S A POEM A child’s eyes sang At the first sight Of the mural of words That danced before Her open mind She gasped, then sighed As she wondered Where all The glorious Images Had come from Wow! she declared This… Is a poem! --Joe Navarro