Watermelon
Watermelon: that big, green present.
Unwrapped, it’s red inside.
The black seeds chipped
from lumps of coal.
Christmas in July.
Unwrapped, it’s red inside.
The black seeds chipped
from lumps of coal.
Christmas in July.
This poem is copyright (©) Lisa Roullard 2026
About the Writer
Lisa Roullard
Lisa resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, with her family and Onyx the black cat. Her poems for children can be found in Little Thoughts Press, The Toy, and Parakeet.
