The Popcorn Bird
By Marilyn Neulieb
Courtesy Photo
The Popcorn Bird
Papa popped the popcorn.
He popped it in the pot.
And every time Papa popped that corn
It puffed and went poppity pop!
It poppity popped all over the stove,
All over the counter and floor.
It poppity popped right up the wall,
So Papa said, “I’ll make more!”
It poppity popped. I hippity hopped.
It crept beneath my door.
It poppity popped and flippity flopped.
So Papa said, “I’ll make more!”
It poppity popped up to my knees.
It covered my mess galore.
It poppity popped, but suddenly stopped.
It poppity popped no more.
Then out of the blue it took a shape.
Its wings made it soar.
It circled me with gentle eyes,
Looked down on me to say good-bye.
My Popcorn Bird just had to fly.
There, up there, alone in the sky.
There, up there, so free, so high.
My Popcorn Bird I did adore,
So Papa said, “I’ll make more!”
So Papa popped the popcorn.
He popped it in the pot.
And every time Papa popped that corn
It puffed and went poppity POP! POP! POP!
Marilyn Neulieb lives in the North Country and has homesteaded for 40 years. She is an award-winning writer of the North Country Writing Contest. Her accolades include her current poetry column in the weekly Thousand Island Sun plus numerous works accepted by Green Mountain Trading Post, Mother Earth News, Ideals, Alternative Living, Home Power and Fourth Coast Entertainment. Marilyn is co-founder of Bottom Line Writers. She taught biology in high school and collage. She hones her writing while hiking the woodland trails.