| |
|
Sing a song of pop corn
When the snowstorms rage;
Fifty little kernels
Put into a cage.
Shake them till they laugh and leap
Crowding to the top;
Watch them burst their little coats
Pop!! Pop!! Pop!!
Sing a song of pop corn
In the firelight;
Fifty little fairies
Robed in fleecy white.
Through the shining wires see
How they skip and prance
To the music of the flames;
Dance!! Dance!! Dance!!
Sing a song of pop corn
Done the frolicking;
Fifty little fairies
Strung upon a string.
Cool and happy, hand in hand,
Sugar-spangled, fair;
Isn’t that a necklace fit
For any child to wear?
This poem is in the public domain.
|
Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.
|
|
barbsteff:
Ingenious, and very well-crafted. I think popcorn is one word, as cork uses. However, a small quibble for a delightful and mood-lifting bit of verse.
Posted 02/20/2019 11:12 AM
|
cork:
I am eating popcorn at this moment with butter, salt, and Parmesan. I would rather not string it.
Posted 02/19/2019 12:49 PM
|
michael escoubas:
Love this poem, especially after "breaking news" headlines which can be, at times, a little depressing. Thank you Nancy!
Posted 02/19/2019 09:57 AM
|
wordartdjc:
Sweet and silly. Take me back to those childhood days.
Posted 02/19/2019 09:33 AM
|
Jean :D:
What a charming poem, makes me want to make a necklace :)
Posted 02/19/2019 07:17 AM
|
Larry Schug:
This is not microwave popcorn in a bag!
Posted 02/19/2019 07:06 AM
|
|
|
|
My Cart 
