New Found Friends
And Haircuts
Valias was a black nosed sheep
who couldn't grow her horns
The hollow parts let out the heat
so, she wore a hat to keep her warm
*
She stood out in the meadow
catching snowflakes on her tongue
Playing with Al, the armadillo
building snowmen, having fun
*
One day while on the playground
a ram named Wally, snatched her cap
He knocked her to the ground
onto Hermie, a hermit crab
*
Hermie the hermit, cried for help
he pinched and kicked his feet
This made Valais scream and yelp
creating quite a scene
*
When she and Hermie both got up
they gave Wally quite the glare
But he pretended to be tough
and acted like he didn't care.
*
He threw the cap down at her feet
and ran away, back home
Crying out loud, down the street
hoping no-one else would know
*
But Valais knew just how he felt
and showed up at his door
She told Wally they could be friends
like they had been, before
*
The next day Valais came to school
with three wool caps to make amends
One for Wally, Hermie and little Al
that she’d made specially for friends
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A Little Bit Of God
January 2026 I thought I’d spend the night in neon lights on grainy film but my brother is telling me how an eternity of hell is caused by prevalent peace, and who am I to disrupt such a thing? So I found myself in the same skin with the same sights, wondering whether or not I am one of those– do I feel peace? Do I expect more when it is gone? It being everything. We’re running out of time but the car is belching up something strange and we’ve got God in between our eyes nodding along to every apology and plea spoken for our friends and loved ones– they don’t know any better, they’ll come around eventually. He’s telling me about barbed wire guides around lives and ties and wives and lies and, look, the snow is starting to fall so I guess we better hang up soon. But it’s been too long. We’re building fields of skills and realms of distrust and these moments are only seen now, can no longer be read as words, only swept with eyes upon oil pastels or smudged charcoal. It’s a painting of an evening, like Daniel’s soles in Edgar Degas’ mind, but if anything is just it’s the lack of unrest in skin like His and lives like this– okay, so maybe five hours on the phone is a lot if you have a job and you’re trying to cook dinner, but only one of us falls into that gorge and only one of us believes in what lies beneath it. My brother tells me things that sit in my spirit like half an ounce of prospect and a squeeze of bourn, how he tells God to let me in: despite my sins, despite all the moons in between these calls, despite the burning in both of our throats. I do feel peace here. I also feel that my peace is a subpar window job, a pinky’s strength avoiding blizzards inside the bedsheets. I’d like to spend more nights like this, with contrasting disaster living between a speakerphone, and God finding some space in between.
By Olivia Dodge3 days ago in Poets
Comments (9)
Too adorable!! This would make a wonderful picture book, Kelli!
Goodness, that is so sweet. Well done, my friend.
Really love this children's story poem and I would share this if I still taught preschool.
Aww, Valais is the cutest! Turning drama into woolly friendship goals—so sweet and playful. Loved it!🌺
I see another children's book -great poem:)
Loved this one and what a good children's poem too.
Aww such a lovely ending ♥️
Awww, they all became friends! How lovely!
This is just darling! Well written!