Sunday, April 1, 2012

A is for Arms


My arms are good for
Throwing
A ball above the ground.
My arms are great for
Showing
New muscles that I’ve found.
My shoulders are the
Start.
They head down to my wrists.
The elbows are the bendy
Part
That help me raise my fists.
I use my arms for
Swinging
And climbing in a tree
My arms help me when
Springing
Or swatting at a bee.
I can use my arms for
Wings
And give my dog a tug,
But best of all these
Things
I can give someone a hug!

© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith

9 comments:

  1. Superb beginning, Donna. You are so clever, & find the nicest endings always. I love that you found a tagxedo to fit too! I found a new site that someone shared. If you found it, great, but if not, enjoy: http://www.youareyourwords.com/

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    1. I drew my tagxedo arms and uploaded it to use. I've made a few more for other pictures I needed. Fun! I'm checking out the link. It looks like fun! Thanks for sending it.

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  2. Hugs are always the best!
    Hope you enjoy the Challenge.

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  3. I love your poem! It really fits my mood as my arms are aching at the moment. I played golf this morning. They aren't supposed to ache from golf but I don't play very well. It was a lovely day and lots of friendly people around, so a nice thing to do.
    Have fun with your A to Z Challenge!

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  4. thanks for sharing

    happy A to Z
    baygirl32.blogspot.com

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  5. Great poem! Earned you a follower.
    http://strangepegs.blogspot.com/

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    1. Thanks, Andrew! I'll check out your blog in the morning! When I have undroopy eyes.

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  6. Thanks for the reminder. I think I'll go give someone a hug

    ScribblesFromJenn
    Happy A to Z-ing!

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  7. I love the single word lines that show the rhyme. Another great poem from you.

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