 Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be
(What Grandpa told the Children)
The moon? It is a griffin’s egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh. The little girls,
I fear, may hide and cry.
Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat,
And walk up to the milky way
And lap it like a cat.
And when I was browsing the interweb, searching for griffin poems, I found something really awesome: an school project about griffins! With itty bitty poems and tales and paintings!
Here are my favourites:
GRIFFIN
Jet black wings glistening the in the moon light
Golden eye shimmering in the night sky
Claws scratching the night sky like shooting stars
Flying like a thunder cloud
He strikes like lightning.
– Karrie Childs
GRIFFIN
Griffin is fierce and beautiful
Bigger than me
Brave sometimes sad sometimes
Eagles wings
He is fiercer than me
He is horrid sometimes
He flies to a high place to watch
– Sarah Smith
But they are really all quite wonderful. Go and read, NOW: Griffin Poems