Writing The Child.com: 2024

Kitty Up A Tree

Kitty up a tree,
Glad it isn’t me,
‘Cause if it were
I’d have no fur,
And speak English.

~ Poem by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Cheryl McQueen Loar

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All Day Long

A little brown bird
Sang this song:
"I’ve been a little bird
All day long."

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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The Book Of Life

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Waiting For The Sun

Sometimes it seems like a little rain cloud is following me around no matter where I go.

But I know the rain will stop and the sun will shine.
All I have to do is wait!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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My grandfather, Herman Allison,
born in 1885, in Texas, once told me that when he was a schoolboy, a topic for debate was:

"Is the moon inhabited?"

He lived long enough to see Neil Armstrong stand on the moon.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Home

Home is a place in the heart.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Beautiful

Everything is beautiful!

~ By Russ Allison Loar
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My Cat

O the quiet life of my cat
Who dreams of simple things,
Like chasing birds,
Eating words
And wearing diamond rings.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Before I Barely Knew Anything

Before I barely knew anything
I awakened each summer morning
To the cawing of crows
And thought,
How very tall these trees
In which they gather to ruffle their feathers
In the morning breeze,
How tall these trees
And how much these crows must see.

I climbed an orange tree,
So frightened by the height,
So amazed at the sight of neighboring houses
And city streets
And thought about what the crows must see
From the tops of the sycamore trees
And from higher still
As they rise into the sky,
Knowing I would never know
What they know,
Before I barely knew anything.

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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~ Photograph by Russ Allison Loar

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Fishing

Sometimes, it's really good luck when you don't catch a big fish!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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All The King’s Horses

Where are those children
Who wanted to play?
Where are their toys,
Have they put them away?

Where is my son,
Has he grown up and gone?
My little daughter,
A child of her own?

All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men
Cannot put childhood
Together again.

~ By Russ Allison Loar
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My Kitty Has A Dishrag

My kitty has a dishrag,
It’s pink and rough and wet,
She scrubs herself all over
When she comes home from the vet.

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Sheeps

The hills are alive
With the sound of sheep,
They sleep all day long
But at night they creep,
Into the houses
Of young girls and boys
And put on their clothes
And play with their toys.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Heaven

You can find heaven right where you are.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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What Is Art?

Cheese from a rat is like soap for a hog,
You can’t write your mother by using a log.
A nose is indifferent to all that is art,
The opera’s a good place to rip loose a fart.

~ Words and rat by Russ Allison Loar
~ Painting by Sam Francis at the Huntington Library & Gardens
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Terrible Teapot Song

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout,
Kick me in the rear
And step on my snout.

I'm a little teapot
Fat and wide,
Take me to the slaughterhouse
And cut off my hide!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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What A Little Bird Told Me

Talk is cheep!

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Under The Sea

Children Have A Chance

Children have a chance
To change what their parents have done,
To set aside the old ways,
To walk in the light of the sun.

~ Poem and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Imagine

Home On The Range

No Surprises

What Is this?

This is a mother whale,
Swimming in the ocean
With her baby,
Coming up for air.

She is an abstract whale,
Swimming in an abstract ocean
With her abstract baby,
Coming up for some abstract air.

The abstract sun is shining
And the abstract water is warm.

The mother and her baby are happy.
They don't mind being abstract
Because they are really alive somewhere.

~ Words and artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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