For Easter this year, I hid the kids baskets as usual, and left them these poems for clues on where to find them. I really like the third one. That was the last one I wrote. It carries with it a true Easter theme. I also like the whimsicalness of the fourth one. I tried to keep them all in the same meter. Can you guess where each basket was hidden?
So, can you make a guess to find the basket’s hiding place?
Be quick not slow or else you’ll be the last one in this race
Keep on the track to gain the prize you’ll win it in the end
If you can be an oil’d machine and not be on the mend
Just keep your tank filled up for speed and not with sugar please
For sugar candy wears you down. Remember these two keys:
First, set a limit, ne’er exceed or else you’ll soon be fined
And always check the mirror to see reflections of behind
So find the basket with these clues and grip the handle tight
And hug the corners in the turns to make your knuckles white.
A basket filled with candied eggs is just a place to keep
Safely inside the grassy bin the eggs you soon will reap
You’ll store them then inside your can that’s emptied from the night
Only to find you’re sickly green from every single bite.
You read the label just to see the harmful mix galore
Each candy sweet contains a bunch of things to make you sore
The things you eat are building blocks, the tools to help you grow.
Just eat the things that satisfy, the gas to make us go.
They’ll make you tough to push and pull the trials in the test
And soon you’ll find you’ll mow right past the strongest of the best
The advent of the Easter morn a wondrous, splendid gift
That came to us all bundled up in doctrines set adrift
By prophesy and angels sent upon the Earth to sing
The praises of our Savior come, returning of the King
Each letter written jot and pip predicted he would come
And so the heavens sounded horns, the hosts beat on the drum
They raised the flag for all to see the banner God unfurled
Delivering the Earth from sins and cleansing all the world
Two messengers proclaimed He’d wake and open up that box
And from the tomb came forth to us, now at the door he knocks.
Its fun to walk around the house and search for baskets hid
Behind the cushions we now step upon them like a kid
That pulled the pillows on the floor to bounce upon these lumps
And try so caref'lly not to touch the ground that gives us bumps
So place each cushion on your feet and careful where you walk
You do not wish to end up as an outline made in chalk.
So lace each pillow tightly now and guard your living sole
The floor is lava you can see, avoid it is your goal!
You’ll need the best protection from this flaming fiery floor
If you desire to reach the end and make it to the door.
