Down on the beach, Mister Rainbow was sitting under a palm tree, looking out to sea. A child came up to him. — Hello, my name is Quentin, and I would like to ask you an important question. — Hello ... [+]
Susan Lendroth's poem, "Hillie Sorts It Out," was originally published in Short Edition’s July '19 Rendez-Vous. Susan writes for adults and children, including picture books. She loves history, mystery and finding rhyme in unexpected subjects.
The rain had dried up – every drip, every puddle – but Hillie couldn't go out while her room was a muddle. Mom had been clear, and her dad had agreed, "First, clean up this room!" they both had decreed. "But, Mom," Hillie called from her bedroom door, "Straightening up is my least favorite chore!" Where lay the challenge – or inspiration – of lining things up in perfect formation? But wait... Hillie thought, hold on to your hat! "There's more than one way to group this with that!" Hillie dove into her closet and under the bed, tossing kit and kaboodle of stuff overh