What Am I? (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 10 Aug 2015
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8 comments
 

With white fluffy long-johns
I braved winter weathers,
well hidden on mountains,
by snowy white feathers.

When rocky ground showed
in the summer, I lost
my whiteness (grew mottled),
with vanishing frost.

But come winter weathers
I’ll grow more white feathers
to keep myself warm again,
and come to no harm again,
and I’ll dig through for heather
with my snowshoes of feather –
for I am a Ptarmigan
(with an unsounded ‘P,’
it’s pronounced starting ‘T’) ,
and each season my changes will charm again.

[IP: ‘The summer I lost my...’]

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Grand Designs
Children's
Humour
Nature
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by scratch on

I guessed at ptarmigan before I got to the end.  I love the ingenious rhyme with 'charm again' too by the way, that really did make me smile!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Scratch – but don't forget 'warm again', and 'harm again' – I did have some fun! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Sweet and snowy, Rhiannonw. Much enjoyed this hot August morn.

Rich

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Rich, - on this hot August evening! and glad you enjoyed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Weefatfella on

Charming! A touch cold though. Brrtt!

enjoyed!

I might not like what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Weetfatfella, I hope you're warming up now! Glad you enjoyed this bit of fun (especially as one who comes from their part of the country). Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Another very educational while entertaining piece of poetry. I have never  seen a ptarmigan, although I have heard the name before.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. I haven't seen one either except in books and on TV, but they are well adapted to the wild conditions. Meant to be a bit of fun, for adults of children! Rhiannon