Children, Poetry

Give a Kid a Bucket

Give a kid a bucket,

there’s no telling what he’ll do.

Bucket head, valiant helmet, Frankenstein’s twin.

Collector of pine cones, fancy purse.

Keeper of dreams and special things,

mudpie mixer, sandcastle constructor.


Fill it, empty it, and fill it again.

Knock it over and shrill with glee.

Bend the handle to breaking,

come back from the brink.


Much more alluring when empty,

Filled to capacity with nothing at all

and everything all at once.


7 thoughts on “Give a Kid a Bucket

  1. Little Mighty says:

    Your “bucket” could be a metaphor for life itself. I enjoyed the poem even in its simplicity. Lovely post.


    • Jennifer Butler Basile says:

      I did wonder that it lost its “kid quality” as it went on and spoke to so much more. My bucket runneth over?


    • Jennifer Butler Basile says:

      Thank you! Some people told me I might be falsely advertising a blog about food prep, but I love the metaphor. I’ll never look at a potato the same way again.


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