About Elaine H Leone

Author of THE GRANDIES and GRANDY GOOSE RHYMES available through barnesandnoble.com and Amazon.com

Billy Root Released March 28, 2021

The story of two brothers who discover an underground Rootland and gain a new friend. Originally conceived by Tom Leone in the mid 60’s, Elaine immediately wrote the story in rhyming verse. It’s now brought to life in full color in 2021.

Grandy Says:

Grandy says it’s a disgrace

That she has such wrinkles in her face.

I looked up close and she let me touch

But I just see dents where she smiles so much.

Grandy just twinkles.  Her heart has no wrinkles.

Spooky Luke

The Carey kids like scary stuff.

In the game they play the most,

Lucie is the human being

And Lucas is the ghost.

Charlie

Charlie and his cousins always have a blast

As soon as they meet on any street,

They start playiing Gotcha Last!

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I’m a stick- in -the -mud  who is stuck in the mud

And I don’t want to go out and play.

I don’t want to talk or go for a walk

So just leave me alone 

For today.

Just for today.  OK?

The Visit

He brings light with him

When he comes in and then

After he is gone

It gets quite dark again.

THE WRONG APPROACH

The salesman shook my Grandy’s hand,

Said, “WHAT a pleasure THIS is!”

Then said, “What’s your first name, Dear?”

And Grandy said, “It’s MRS.”

Side Swiped

While I was finishing my burger

And looking at the pies,

And not paying attention,

My brother ate my fries.

A Different Variety

In Grandad’s backyard garden,

He grows vegetables to eat

But Grandy’s corn and onions

Are growing on her feet.

(Mom says those onions

Are called bunions).

The Dinkey Bird

When my special, every-Thursday-antiquing f riend of 50 years passed, her dear children appeared on my doorstep bearing pieces we had found together on endless treasure hunts  and presented them to me.   “Doesn’t it make you SAD.”  someone asked, “to have these things?”  Oh, no!  On the contrary!  I recall with   great joy each  and every bush that we beat in New England to find EVERY one!  Anyway,  among the treasures was a carved wooden plaque of a whimsical bird unlike any we had ever seen.   Dot called it “The Dinkey Bird” and bought it immediately.   She referred to a well-loved children’s verse by Eugene Field of the same name.

When I inherited The Dinkey Bird, I added color to it, thinking it should be in a child’s room somewhere.   But I haven’t been able to part with it because I like to think that Dot Hartzog is waiting for me  someplace “where the dinkey bird is singing in the amfalula tree” and it is an  everyday sweet reminder of a rare and wonderful friendship.