My Poetry

I started this blog so I could neatly archive my work. You should find my poetry very diverse. I would like to believe there is something here for almost everyone.

It was only recently that I became interested in poetry. I started taking care of my mother after she suffered a stroke and we began writing stories and poems together. It has been very therapeutic for us both.

This isn't a complete collection of my poetry, my first poems I self published under the moniker, A Pet Banana Production. The first self published book, "A Pet Banana" is a rhyme/story about colors and the second is a collection of poetry I created with my mother titled, "An Elephant is On My House." I hope you enjoy my writing and I would love a visit to my author page!
Thanks!

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Woody The Woodsman's Son

Woody the Woodsman’s son,
Woody rose in the morning
Woody played at night,
He loved to fiddle,
Woody the Woodsman’s son
Was prone to diddle,
Woody played so hard,
Woody played so fast,
He played in the moonlight,
Woody the Woodsman’s son,
Played with all his might,
Woody felt no shame,
Woody did not care,
But he was a good lad,
Woody the Woodsman’s son,
Was careful not to wake his Dad!

~Othen Cummings

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