Haiku for Kids (book)

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Since it is too hot for man or beast outside, I decided to work on a book to help kids write Haiku. It has 24 pages of full color photos, with a guide and space to write their own Haiku under the photo. Teachers and parents both could use the book. Great for kids from 9 to 90! Homeschoolers could enjoy work through this as well.

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Writing Haiku poems

For kids from nine to ninety

Nature’s poetry

Photos; Dwight L. Roth

If you would like a free pdf. copy just email me at dwru27@aol.com

Woodpecker’s Romance

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Red-bellied woodpecker pecking on the tree

Making holes in the maple for his mate to see

She makes her choice and the work begins

Wood chips flying as they dig in

Deeper and deeper into the trunk

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They carved and pecked for over a month

Bodies disappear deep into the tree

Now only their tails is all I can see

A cavernous hole a perfectly round circle

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Ready to start nesting in those shadows of purple

Warming the eggs for a couple of weeks

Brings out new babies all hairless and weak

Continuous food trips all day for a month

The new birds get stronger and ready for launch

Hanging around for a while in their cover

Then off to the woods their cycle starts over

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You can see the hole they started in the center tree. This was in the back of my yard, about fifty or sixty feet away. I could watch them making their next from my living room chair. I watched as she sat on the nest, but I never saw the babies leave nest.  The next year they moved to a different location and the squirrel moved in enlarging the hole so much that the whole top of the Maple tree broke off in a storm. I shot the photos with a 200 mm telephoto lens and then cropped them even more with the Windows photo editor.

This happened in the spring of 2017. I posted this poem after watching all this take place. I hope your enjoyed my rerun of this one.

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Only a Moment


My little one dollar sale rack hibiscus paid off with a gorgeous bloom. Amazing how it has put out a flower in the middle of the summer on a 95 F day.  It did not last long in this heat, but long enough to get a photo. And… there are more buds waiting in line to bloom.

Flower of beauty

Lasting only for a day

Soak up the memory


iPhone Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Don’t Marry a Drip

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A quarrelsome wife is like the dripping 

of a leaky roof in a rainstorm”

It is not about the making up

Rather, about making a wise choice

Irritations wears thin rather quickly

So choose compatibility

when picking a wife

Today at d’Verse, Merril asked us to choose a proverb and write a poem that includes it.   I chose Proverbs 27:15 NIV Bible.

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

  • note: disclaimer- This post is not talking about my personal relationship with my wife! Rather, it is a general observation based on this proverb.


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So much for Climate Change

Cars streaming far as the eye can see

I’m stuck in the flow

It’s the first day of school

Parents picking up their child

Cars large and small idling

in intense summer heat

Leaving carbon footprints

at three fifteen

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quadrille (exactly 44 words) using any form of the word stream. I just got home after sitting in traffic lines at the local Charter School. Seemed like every child’s parent was there, lined up in both directions, to pick up their child. Took me fifteen minutes to go a mile through the stream of traffic!

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Humming Bird

There you are every morning at my perch

Drinking from my fermented fountain

Addicted to the sour nectar

All of your iridescence shimmering in the sunlight

Pausing now and then to look at me

As I make my morning coffee

Movement in the shadows

Not sure what to make of me

The sunlight blinding your view

Making it difficult to see the details

Yet you come back every day

Finding nourishment and strength

In the liquid of life that sustains you

Hoping to get your fill

Before another drives you away

Claiming it to be theirs alone

Sort of like my view of God…

Moving in the shadows of my life

Providing sustaining strength and hope

Not exactly sure what I am seeing

Everyone thinking they alone have it right

Blinded by the light of Grace

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

What’s Your Sign

Signs seem to be an important part of our lives. I remember when people would ask each other, “What’s your sign?” This usually referred to the signs of the Zodiac. In our world we take signs for granted, including when to cross the street, or where to cross, what to watch out for, where not to turn, and so many more. We depend on signs to send us in the right direction, show our streets, or the roads we are riding on. One sign many ignore is that little box that says, “I read and understand the rules and policies for this App!” Overwhelmed we just click and go on.

Even more disturbing is our failure to read Nature’s signs… wear your mask, get your vaccine shots, our climate is changing, our world population is spiraling upward, pollutions is killing our environment, and many more. To borrow a quote from Bill Engvall, “Here’s Your Sign!”

Signs of the times speak

Humans fail to hear prophets

Living in denial

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

People and Trees

If people loved us like trees,

we would be loved unconditionally

in each season of our life…

finding comforting shade

in our towering strength

admiring our refined appearance

planted on a landscape of beauty…

and, in the Fall of life

they would make special effort

to come before Winter

to see all the magnificent beauty

of our changing foliage…

the myriad array of colors

that makes us special;

before they’re is gone

with the cold winds of change

and our balding head and limbs

put in brick boxes with windows

injected with composting material…

observed from time to time

as we slowly waste away.

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Posting this for Open Link night at d’Verse Poets Pub.

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A Bud of Hope

At the base of each drying leaf

Is a bud full of life and potential

Waiting patiently for summer’s heat

Or winter’s cold to pass

Knowing Spring will bring renewal



Behind all that crushes you

Makes you feel devastated

Hopeless and distraught

Lies a bud of strength and potential

The creator’s promised hope

Waiting for you to recognize

That your spring has arrived

Once more

Photo: Dwighr L. Roth