<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367</id><updated>2012-01-23T10:59:50.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt-bloggen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-7415016528371018940</id><published>2012-01-23T10:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:59:50.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 4 - 2012 "En sulten mus" av ukjent forfatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMEZX0RTa9o/Tx0vjjV-0uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/niYbvyfOMQ0/s1600/mus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700764991150281442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMEZX0RTa9o/Tx0vjjV-0uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/niYbvyfOMQ0/s320/mus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En sulten mus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sulten mus&lt;br /&gt;kom ut av sitt hus&lt;br /&gt;og så etter mat&lt;br /&gt;i kopp og fat.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg må lete og lete og lete&lt;br /&gt;så finner jeg alltid en bit.&lt;br /&gt;En liten bit her&lt;br /&gt;og en liten bit der&lt;br /&gt;er nok for meg som liten er,&lt;br /&gt;sa musa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gammel regle, forfatter ukjent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-7415016528371018940?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/7415016528371018940/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=7415016528371018940' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7415016528371018940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7415016528371018940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-4-2012-en-sulten.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 4 - 2012 &quot;En sulten mus&quot; av ukjent forfatter'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMEZX0RTa9o/Tx0vjjV-0uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/niYbvyfOMQ0/s72-c/mus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-6416982179411680179</id><published>2012-01-16T09:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:19:39.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 3 - 2012 "Kven eig verda" av Terje Dragseth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1t8gwVCYc/TxPdMaNAXPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KYmOp0Sx1a8/s1600/Stjernebilde%2Bav%2BT.D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698141158815849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1t8gwVCYc/TxPdMaNAXPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KYmOp0Sx1a8/s320/Stjernebilde%2Bav%2BT.D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kven eig verda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kven eig verda&lt;br /&gt;stjernene eig verda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kva gjer stjernene&lt;br /&gt;dei stirar og stirar&lt;br /&gt;til dei eksploderer inn i seg sjølv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slik blir verda til&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terje Dragseth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fra boka "Sølvbåt og stjernevind", Mangschou forlag 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-6416982179411680179?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/6416982179411680179/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=6416982179411680179' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6416982179411680179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6416982179411680179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-3-2012-kven-eig.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 3 - 2012 &quot;Kven eig verda&quot; av Terje Dragseth'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1t8gwVCYc/TxPdMaNAXPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KYmOp0Sx1a8/s72-c/Stjernebilde%2Bav%2BT.D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-2050857729978923666</id><published>2012-01-09T12:56:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:26:50.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 2-2012 "Orkanen Olga" av Niels Chr. Geelmuyden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPP0f3sZhro/TwrcupIhKlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/B_d2PqZaKr8/s1600/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695607372637088338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPP0f3sZhro/TwrcupIhKlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/B_d2PqZaKr8/s320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orkanen Olga &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orkanen Olga gledet seg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;til å knuse på sin vei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hun kjente støt av lykkerus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ved tanken på å velte hus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trær og master skulle knekke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broer, veier ville sprekke. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folk skulle skrike av skrekk:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olga kommer! Skynd dere vekk! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men et stykke utenfor kysten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traff hun en som endret lysten. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Der møtte hun en laber vind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;som bar det vesle navnet Finn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Han var så skjønn at Olga nesten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la fra seg den ville blesten. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siden har de blafret i et paradis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;av salte drømmer og solgangsbris. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niels Chr. Geelmuyden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fra samlingen "Tversoververs", Cappelen Damm, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-2050857729978923666?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/2050857729978923666/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=2050857729978923666' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2050857729978923666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2050857729978923666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2012/01/orkanen-olga-orkanen-olga-gledet-seg.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 2-2012 &quot;Orkanen Olga&quot; av Niels Chr. Geelmuyden'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPP0f3sZhro/TwrcupIhKlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/B_d2PqZaKr8/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5896272922795123351</id><published>2011-12-12T14:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:00:55.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God jul til alle diktbrukere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOU7DDbI0aQ/TuYI4w8mAEI/AAAAAAAAAb8/P8P0k50ndTg/s1600/julehund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685241350906576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOU7DDbI0aQ/TuYI4w8mAEI/AAAAAAAAAb8/P8P0k50ndTg/s320/julehund.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E-diktet for barn har julefri til mandag 9. januar 2012. Vi ønsker store og små diktbrukere en riktig god jul og ønsker vel møtt på nyåret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5896272922795123351?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5896272922795123351/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5896272922795123351' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5896272922795123351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5896272922795123351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-jul-til-alle-diktbrukere.html' title='God jul til alle diktbrukere!'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOU7DDbI0aQ/TuYI4w8mAEI/AAAAAAAAAb8/P8P0k50ndTg/s72-c/julehund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-1939764824967239088</id><published>2011-12-09T10:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:20:21.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 49 "Jul" av Dagny Holm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv4sSGdbKk8/TuHRhMEnFSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BaaBO2UkxD4/s1600/juleengel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684054572824728866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv4sSGdbKk8/TuHRhMEnFSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BaaBO2UkxD4/s320/juleengel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julestri og julestrev,&lt;br /&gt;julekort og julebrev,&lt;br /&gt;julebakst og julehandel,&lt;br /&gt;julegrøt med julemandel,&lt;br /&gt;julenisse, julehelg,&lt;br /&gt;julereinsdyr (ikke elg!)&lt;br /&gt;juleglede, julerose,&lt;br /&gt;julegodt i julepose,&lt;br /&gt;julenek og juleved,&lt;br /&gt;julelys på juletre,&lt;br /&gt;julekveite, juletorsk,&lt;br /&gt;juleribbe (typisk norsk),&lt;br /&gt;julepynt og julestas,&lt;br /&gt;julestress og julemas …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men plutselig så er det jul,&lt;br /&gt;og engler daler ned i skjul&lt;br /&gt;med fred til store og til små,&lt;br /&gt;for deilig er den himmel blå.&lt;br /&gt;Så tennes lys i alle hjem.&lt;br /&gt;Et barn er født i Betlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dagny Holm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Publisert i serien "Faktisk", Gyldendal 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-1939764824967239088?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/1939764824967239088/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=1939764824967239088' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/1939764824967239088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/1939764824967239088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-49-jul-av-dagny.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 49 &quot;Jul&quot; av Dagny Holm'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv4sSGdbKk8/TuHRhMEnFSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/BaaBO2UkxD4/s72-c/juleengel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-8803901560346450383</id><published>2011-12-09T09:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:06:49.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 48 "Bake, bake julekake" av Sigurd Helseth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gNNCwZk0MM/TuHPdcQNNXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-qfWkLgV9Zg/s1600/pepperkakemenner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684052309425599858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gNNCwZk0MM/TuHPdcQNNXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-qfWkLgV9Zg/s320/pepperkakemenner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake, bake julekake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gamle Noldus Kake&lt;br /&gt;var flink til å bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle kom og ville smake&lt;br /&gt;hans flygende pepperkake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han stekte slafsekake&lt;br /&gt;og strikket raribake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han kokte og stekte&lt;br /&gt;og feide og veide,&lt;br /&gt;han rullet og rant&lt;br /&gt;som en glad elefant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noldus Kake var overalt,&lt;br /&gt;svettet kaldt og sukret salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin gamle eplejakke måtte han vrake&lt;br /&gt;Av spagettien rullet han slalåmkake&lt;br /&gt;Så dyppet han hendene i sukkerlake&lt;br /&gt;og bakte seg om til usynlighetskake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mens Noldus Kake&lt;br /&gt;slikket sin sirupshake,&lt;br /&gt;løp musene frem og tilbake&lt;br /&gt;gomlet og åt restene av Noldus Kakes&lt;br /&gt;raribake julekake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigurd Helseth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-8803901560346450383?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/8803901560346450383/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=8803901560346450383' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8803901560346450383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8803901560346450383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-48-bake-bake.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 48 &quot;Bake, bake julekake&quot; av Sigurd Helseth'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gNNCwZk0MM/TuHPdcQNNXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-qfWkLgV9Zg/s72-c/pepperkakemenner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4244872911126408475</id><published>2011-11-24T10:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:48:17.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 47 "Over mitt hus" av Kjartan Hatløy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmf5HXV9m_g/Ts4StQlmp8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/jgAS6qbHx4Y/s1600/S%25C3%25B8lvb%25C3%25A5t%2Bog%2Bstjernevind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq7AYZBqMNk/Ts4PQWdWcZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/mNZhGFAiDmQ/s1600/stjernebilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678492953741783442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq7AYZBqMNk/Ts4PQWdWcZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/mNZhGFAiDmQ/s320/stjernebilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over mitt hus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Om vinternatta i klarver kjem stjernene fram&lt;br /&gt;dei som vi kan sjå med auga er 6000&lt;br /&gt;nokre få lyser, alle dei andre glimtar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litt over midnatt går eg ut og ser&lt;br /&gt;ein liten sølvbåt seglar der oppe&lt;br /&gt;med stjernevinden&lt;br /&gt;ja, den er min, den&lt;br /&gt;eg kasta den opp dit då eg var 7 år, ei skyfri natt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den seglar så seint så seint&lt;br /&gt;men eg ser: den er på veg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kjartan Hatløy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diktet er henta frå samlinga "Sølvbåt og stjernevind" Mangschou forlag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4244872911126408475?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4244872911126408475/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4244872911126408475' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4244872911126408475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4244872911126408475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-47-over-mitt-hus-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 47 &quot;Over mitt hus&quot; av Kjartan Hatløy'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq7AYZBqMNk/Ts4PQWdWcZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/mNZhGFAiDmQ/s72-c/stjernebilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-3519328850766261147</id><published>2011-11-14T13:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:29:16.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 46 "Krusedull" av Svein Woje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVTWrdOEWV0/TsEVezab1pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Z-6ngosOiPk/s1600/Krusedull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674840624404878994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVTWrdOEWV0/TsEVezab1pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Z-6ngosOiPk/s320/Krusedull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krusedull&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeg leker&lt;br /&gt;med streker&lt;br /&gt;og en krusedull&lt;br /&gt;det blir mye&lt;br /&gt;tøys og tull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;først en drage&lt;br /&gt;jeg vil jage&lt;br /&gt;et monster&lt;br /&gt;fjerner jeg fort&lt;br /&gt;og visker bort&lt;br /&gt;Så ser jeg en hund&lt;br /&gt;men bare en stund&lt;br /&gt;er den hos meg&lt;br /&gt;før den løper sin vei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men min krusedull&lt;br /&gt;har en strek av gull&lt;br /&gt;en bitteliten stripe&lt;br /&gt;du kan gripe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for å finne vei&lt;br /&gt;til et rom hos meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Svein Woje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spesielt for e-diktet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-3519328850766261147?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/3519328850766261147/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=3519328850766261147' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3519328850766261147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3519328850766261147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-46-krusedull-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 46 &quot;Krusedull&quot; av Svein Woje'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVTWrdOEWV0/TsEVezab1pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Z-6ngosOiPk/s72-c/Krusedull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-8260774376419454965</id><published>2011-11-04T12:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:01:15.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 45 "Fiskeregle" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Slsfijpc0k/TrPTsmpY42I/AAAAAAAAAaY/WXNl_8pbj8g/s1600/fisking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671109119031436130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Slsfijpc0k/TrPTsmpY42I/AAAAAAAAAaY/WXNl_8pbj8g/s320/fisking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiskeregle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fisker du fort&lt;br /&gt;får du en mort.&lt;br /&gt;Hvis du er dorsk,&lt;br /&gt;får du en torsk.&lt;br /&gt;Hvis du er grei,&lt;br /&gt;får du en sei.&lt;br /&gt;Er du på styr,&lt;br /&gt;får du en lyr.&lt;br /&gt;Bruker du fluer,&lt;br /&gt;får du en uer.&lt;br /&gt;Bruker du skjell,&lt;br /&gt;får du makrell.&lt;br /&gt;Er du litt gal,&lt;br /&gt;får du en hval.&lt;br /&gt;Hvis du er god,&lt;br /&gt;får du en sko.&lt;br /&gt;Men har du flaks,&lt;br /&gt;får du en laks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trond Brænne &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fra samlingen "Tanta til Anna og andre dikt". Tiden 1993 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-8260774376419454965?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/8260774376419454965/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=8260774376419454965' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8260774376419454965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8260774376419454965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-45-fiskeregle-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 45 &quot;Fiskeregle&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Slsfijpc0k/TrPTsmpY42I/AAAAAAAAAaY/WXNl_8pbj8g/s72-c/fisking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-8126337159506347373</id><published>2011-11-04T12:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:53:36.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 44 "Ballongen som fløy" av André Bjerke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmNyPVyMZqI/TrPSCf0ns2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/LDaH-4hP_94/s1600/Ballonger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671107296133362530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmNyPVyMZqI/TrPSCf0ns2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/LDaH-4hP_94/s320/Ballonger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ballongen som fløy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Du holdt den i hyssingen nettopp - og nå&lt;br /&gt;er den bare en ørliten prikk i det blå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Å sveve der oppe - hva tror du man ser?&lt;br /&gt;Du skulle vært med som ballong-passasjer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan du tenke deg noe så barskt og så stolt&lt;br /&gt;som en flukt i ballong? Dersom hyssingen holdt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenk, ingen i verden av barn eller menn&lt;br /&gt;har funnet de rømte ballonger igjen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er vel et spennende luft-eventyr:&lt;br /&gt;Hvor blir det av alle ballonger som flyr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;André Bjerke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-8126337159506347373?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/8126337159506347373/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=8126337159506347373' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8126337159506347373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8126337159506347373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-44-ballongen-som.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 44 &quot;Ballongen som fløy&quot; av André Bjerke'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmNyPVyMZqI/TrPSCf0ns2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/LDaH-4hP_94/s72-c/Ballonger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-2619898169798355534</id><published>2011-10-21T14:44:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:10:42.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 43 "Tallenes tale" av Niels Chr. Geelmuyden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5eYPy5RF90/TqFrPlRCa2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/OEbT1WEBZz0/s1600/Kuleramme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665927721654578018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5eYPy5RF90/TqFrPlRCa2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/OEbT1WEBZz0/s320/Kuleramme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tallenes tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kjære tall, fra null til ni.&lt;br /&gt;Dere kommer man ikke forbi.&lt;br /&gt;Blant alle som teller&lt;br /&gt;er det dere som gjelder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Først vil jeg hedre tallet 0.&lt;br /&gt;Det tommeste av alle hull.&lt;br /&gt;Et ingenting med sløyfe rundt.&lt;br /&gt;Hyssing om en bortblåst bunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Størstemann er nummer 9.&lt;br /&gt;Som en furu i det fri.&lt;br /&gt;Ligner nesten en monokkel&lt;br /&gt;eller rumpetroll på sokkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 er nok det peneste,&lt;br /&gt;det rundeste og reneste.&lt;br /&gt;Et bilbanetall uten ender.&lt;br /&gt;Hull som er bestevenner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 er ikke særlig vakker,&lt;br /&gt;men en falleferdig rakker.&lt;br /&gt;Tallet ligner litt på 1,&lt;br /&gt;bare skjev og mindre pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 er sansenes tall,&lt;br /&gt;og svai som en spirende ball.&lt;br /&gt;6 er tallet som damper&lt;br /&gt;og utløser talløse kamper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 er en krok med tak&lt;br /&gt;og girene på en spak.&lt;br /&gt;Fem er fingrene på din hånd,&lt;br /&gt;og ukedagenes hverdagsbånd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ligner seil på en mast,&lt;br /&gt;klar til å gi seg havet i kast.&lt;br /&gt;Du vet at alle er om bord.&lt;br /&gt;Søster, bror, far og mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 er en måke som flyr&lt;br /&gt;skrått over folk og dyr.&lt;br /&gt;Alle gode ting er tre.&lt;br /&gt;Tre kan også fyres med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minner om en svanehals.&lt;br /&gt;Uten blir det ingen vals.&lt;br /&gt;To er øyne, armer, ører.&lt;br /&gt;To beveger og berører.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoltest av alle er likevel 1.&lt;br /&gt;Rank som en ribbet pilegren.&lt;br /&gt;En strek med knekk på toppen.&lt;br /&gt;Alene som hjertet i kroppen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niels Chr. Geelmuyden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fra samlingen "Tversoververs", Cappelen 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-2619898169798355534?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/2619898169798355534/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=2619898169798355534' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2619898169798355534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2619898169798355534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-43-tallenes-tale-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 43 &quot;Tallenes tale&quot; av Niels Chr. Geelmuyden'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5eYPy5RF90/TqFrPlRCa2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/OEbT1WEBZz0/s72-c/Kuleramme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-6083949395348744239</id><published>2011-10-21T14:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:44:14.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 42 "Pusedikt" av Sylvelin Vatle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5AqlTQOGKg/TqFoqV7pA6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HUHOvSgA_5A/s1600/pusediktbilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665924882859885474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5AqlTQOGKg/TqFoqV7pA6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HUHOvSgA_5A/s320/pusediktbilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Puse-dikt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg har ein liten kattepus&lt;br /&gt;med stygge, svarte tenner.&lt;br /&gt;Han fanger sjokolademus&lt;br /&gt;og knasker seigemenner.&lt;br /&gt;Han er så glad i godteri&lt;br /&gt;og knask og drops og småtteri&lt;br /&gt;med masse klissesukker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han åpner alle krukker&lt;br /&gt;så stikk han snuten inn&lt;br /&gt;og stel all snopen min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg har ein liten pusekatt&lt;br /&gt;som remjer heile dagen.&lt;br /&gt;Trur du han søv når det er natt?&lt;br /&gt;Nei.&lt;br /&gt;Han har vondt i magen.&lt;br /&gt;Og tannverk har han også fått.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han får ikkje trøst. Han kan ha det så godt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvelin Vatle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spesielt for e-diktet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-6083949395348744239?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/6083949395348744239/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=6083949395348744239' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6083949395348744239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6083949395348744239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-42-pusedikt-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 42 &quot;Pusedikt&quot; av Sylvelin Vatle'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5AqlTQOGKg/TqFoqV7pA6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/HUHOvSgA_5A/s72-c/pusediktbilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5855379104107129118</id><published>2011-10-10T09:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:24:02.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 41 "Det er ikke alle dikt det bor hunder i" av Gro Dahle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtM1S-K4eno/TpKdWxBd3NI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8xx0QgZmFXw/s1600/Sort%2Bvalp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661760696000306386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtM1S-K4eno/TpKdWxBd3NI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8xx0QgZmFXw/s320/Sort%2Bvalp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Det er ikke alle dikt det bor hunder i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noen dikt bor&lt;br /&gt;det katter i,&lt;br /&gt;stripete katter i vinduskarmer,&lt;br /&gt;svarte katter ved ovnen.&lt;br /&gt;Noen dikt bor det fugler i,&lt;br /&gt;og fuglene synger og synger&lt;br /&gt;og flyr fram og tilbake&lt;br /&gt;mellom ordene med vingene sine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I andre dikt bor det ikke dyr i det hele tatt,&lt;br /&gt;der bor det kanskje bare en jente&lt;br /&gt;som ser på tærne sine&lt;br /&gt;eller en gutt som spiser eple&lt;br /&gt;eller en stor, sint mann med en øks&lt;br /&gt;eller en rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men i dette diktet bor det en hund.&lt;br /&gt;Den bjeffer ikke. Den drar ikke i båndet.&lt;br /&gt;Den tigger ikke ved bordet.&lt;br /&gt;Nei, den ligger bare foran døra&lt;br /&gt;med hodet sitt på labbene sine&lt;br /&gt;og ser på deg.&lt;br /&gt;Kanskje den tenker:&lt;br /&gt;Hvem er du for en?&lt;br /&gt;Hva gjør du her?&lt;br /&gt;Når er det mat neste gang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gro Dahle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spesielt for e-diktet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5855379104107129118?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5855379104107129118/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5855379104107129118' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5855379104107129118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5855379104107129118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-41-det-er-ikke-alle.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 41 &quot;Det er ikke alle dikt det bor hunder i&quot; av Gro Dahle'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtM1S-K4eno/TpKdWxBd3NI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8xx0QgZmFXw/s72-c/Sort%2Bvalp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-9190552940970259305</id><published>2011-10-03T10:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:16:31.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 40 "Mors beste barn" av Finn Øglænd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvaBytfqXO8/TolvVeKVLoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZFQ4m_5B5Ns/s1600/krokodille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659176821432069762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvaBytfqXO8/TolvVeKVLoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZFQ4m_5B5Ns/s320/krokodille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mors beste barn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sjølv om mange seier dei er snille,&lt;br /&gt;er det vanskeleg å bli glad i ein krokodille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sjølv om mange seier dei er flotte,&lt;br /&gt;er det vanskeleg å bli glad i ei rotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sjølv om mange seier han er ein munter kropp,&lt;br /&gt;er det vanskeleg å bli glad i ein edderkopp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sjølv om mange seier dei har gode genar,&lt;br /&gt;er det vanskeleg å bli glad i hyenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men eg, eg bråkar og herjar utan stopp.&lt;br /&gt;Og likevel er eg mor sin aller beste knopp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn Øglænd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frå samlinga "Det nye dyrealfabetet og andre dikt for barn", Wigestrand forlag 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-9190552940970259305?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/9190552940970259305/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=9190552940970259305' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/9190552940970259305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/9190552940970259305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-40-mors-beste-barn.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 40 &quot;Mors beste barn&quot; av Finn Øglænd'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvaBytfqXO8/TolvVeKVLoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZFQ4m_5B5Ns/s72-c/krokodille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-505605072799592641</id><published>2011-09-26T12:55:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:24:23.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 39 "Griseprat" av Philip Newth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVDUSyxA2GM/ToBbwDdjR7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Zd0Sq8rzrfQ/s1600/Griseprat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656622013098444722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVDUSyxA2GM/ToBbwDdjR7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Zd0Sq8rzrfQ/s320/Griseprat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRISEPRAT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hva slags dyr er en gris? spurte kongen.&lt;br /&gt;Et merkelig dyr, svarte jeg.&lt;br /&gt;Det er et grynt og en snute,&lt;br /&gt;om ligner en pute,&lt;br /&gt;og en mage for sparing, tror jeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler grisene når de er glade?&lt;br /&gt;sa kongen i blomsterengen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ja, de humrer og fniser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mens de gomler og spiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og ler når de tisser i sengen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Går grisene hver dag på skolen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spurte kongen som hoppet strikk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ja, de lærer nøff-norsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og å ri på en torsk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men gir blaffen i matematikk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lever grisene til de er gamle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spurte kongen som sang til en fugl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Det er vanskelig å si - fra to måneder til ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men aldri en dag etter jul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philip Newth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gjengitt med tillatelse for e-diktet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-505605072799592641?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/505605072799592641/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=505605072799592641' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/505605072799592641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/505605072799592641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-39-griseprat-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 39 &quot;Griseprat&quot; av Philip Newth'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVDUSyxA2GM/ToBbwDdjR7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Zd0Sq8rzrfQ/s72-c/Griseprat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-7894621446312848431</id><published>2011-09-18T19:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:52:58.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 38 "Hva skal Brage bli når han blir stor?" av Dagny Holm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzXdj97wiOU/TnYvKH_ZvgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/N6zmY_i27sM/s1600/Brannbil%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653758233200410114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzXdj97wiOU/TnYvKH_ZvgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/N6zmY_i27sM/s320/Brannbil%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hva skal Brage bli når han blir stor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hva skal Brage bli når han blir stor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kanskje han skal jobbe på kontor&lt;br /&gt;sånn som veldig mange voksne gjør?&lt;br /&gt;Nei, han vil bli lastebilsjåfør!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eller kanskje heller politi,&lt;br /&gt;eller baker i et bakeri,&lt;br /&gt;sykepleier, tannlege, frisør,&lt;br /&gt;bonde eller trikkekonduktør?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle spør hva Brage helst vil bli.&lt;br /&gt;Det er neimen ikke lett å si!&lt;br /&gt;Men han vet i hvert fall hvem han er:&lt;br /&gt;Brage, fire år og nå og her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dagny Holm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fra serien "Faktisk", Gyldendal forlag&lt;br /&gt;Gjengitt med tillatelse av forfatteren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-7894621446312848431?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/7894621446312848431/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=7894621446312848431' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7894621446312848431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7894621446312848431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-38-hva-skal-brage.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 38 &quot;Hva skal Brage bli når han blir stor?&quot; av Dagny Holm'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzXdj97wiOU/TnYvKH_ZvgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/N6zmY_i27sM/s72-c/Brannbil%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-140990626518168523</id><published>2011-09-12T10:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:36:17.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 37 "Kongen får eit kjæledyr" av Finn Øglænd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvURT7cJlSg/Tm3Eeok7lvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bUWGcPEaYvY/s1600/pingvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651389137987278578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvURT7cJlSg/Tm3Eeok7lvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bUWGcPEaYvY/s320/pingvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kongen får eit kjæledyr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kongen tenkte med seg sjølv: Eg&lt;br /&gt;skulle hatt eit kjæledyr.&lt;br /&gt;Kva ville passe best? Ein katt?&lt;br /&gt;Ein fisk? Eit murmeldyr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein hamster, papegøye, kanskje&lt;br /&gt;helst ein islandshest.&lt;br /&gt;Eit marsvin, kvite mus, kanskje&lt;br /&gt;ein hund vil vere best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kongen spurte dronninga. Ho&lt;br /&gt;svara: Er du dum?&lt;br /&gt;Kven skal ta på seg ansvaret&lt;br /&gt;for eit akvarium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor skulle vi plassert eit&lt;br /&gt;digert fuglebur?&lt;br /&gt;Kven skulle lufte hunden? Er det&lt;br /&gt;rart at eg blir sur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kongen tenkte: Ho får viljen sin&lt;br /&gt;som vanleg, det er så.&lt;br /&gt;Men kva eg har i kjellaren, blir&lt;br /&gt;mi sak, skal du sjå!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finn Øglænd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hentet fra samlingen "Ramle- og skramlevers", Samlaget 1995. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-140990626518168523?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/140990626518168523/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=140990626518168523' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/140990626518168523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/140990626518168523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-37-kongen-far-eit.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 37 &quot;Kongen får eit kjæledyr&quot; av Finn Øglænd'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvURT7cJlSg/Tm3Eeok7lvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bUWGcPEaYvY/s72-c/pingvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-6977888217997879635</id><published>2011-09-05T15:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:13:40.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 36 "Skrukketroll" av Karin Kinge Lindboe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5rHwPShdP0/TmTKPr9s0eI/AAAAAAAAAZE/payb059nBFk/s1600/jomfrumaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648862203477807586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5rHwPShdP0/TmTKPr9s0eI/AAAAAAAAAZE/payb059nBFk/s320/jomfrumaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKRUKKETROLL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Skrukketroll, snutebiller, saksedyr og sidensvanser,&lt;br /&gt;hestebrems, snylteveps og svevemygg som danser.&lt;br /&gt;Kakerlakker, tusenbein, bærfiser og fluer.&lt;br /&gt;Kjøttmeiser, flaggspetter og skogsmaur i to tuer.&lt;br /&gt;Alt finner du i hagen min i Tuengen Allé.&lt;br /&gt;Der bor de ganske stille, og jeg lar dem bo i fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin Kinge Lindboe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gjengitt med tillatelse fra forfatteren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-6977888217997879635?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/6977888217997879635/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=6977888217997879635' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6977888217997879635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6977888217997879635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-36-skrukketroll-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 36 &quot;Skrukketroll&quot; av Karin Kinge Lindboe'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5rHwPShdP0/TmTKPr9s0eI/AAAAAAAAAZE/payb059nBFk/s72-c/jomfrumaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4366253477798207080</id><published>2011-08-29T09:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:56:56.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 35 "Bare rot" av Niels Chr. Geelmuyden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-raoeprvXxsM/TltEr0RI02I/AAAAAAAAAY8/n4p_qVC8BxE/s1600/Betasuppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646182077394637666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-raoeprvXxsM/TltEr0RI02I/AAAAAAAAAY8/n4p_qVC8BxE/s320/Betasuppe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bare rot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Det var en gang en gulrot&lt;br /&gt;som elsket sårt en kålrot.&lt;br /&gt;Så fridde hun her en dag,&lt;br /&gt;men det ble bare ubehag.&lt;br /&gt;For kålroten var allerede&lt;br /&gt;forelsket annet sted i bedet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det ble et svare skrik og skrål &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da han fikk ja av en hodekål. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gulroten ble fylt av hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og ønsket hun var issalat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gul og rød av raseri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fant hun seg en selleri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Det dumme var at denne pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;også var forelsket i et kålhode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gulroten gråt og ba bønner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for fremtidens døtre og sønner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En brekkbønne ga henne trøst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da det nærmet seg høst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men også hun forlot ham tvert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;til fordel for en sukkerert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sur som den sureste eddik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fridde hun til en forlegen reddik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En kålrabi viet dem høsten i fjor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bryllupet sto på et nydekket bord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lykken var både kort og stri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Som betasuppe endte de. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moralen er som du vel forstår:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Livet består av hjertesår, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og lite lar seg forandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hvis man gjør kål på hverandre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niels Chr. Geelmuyden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spesielt for e-diktet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4366253477798207080?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4366253477798207080/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4366253477798207080' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4366253477798207080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4366253477798207080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-35-bare-rot-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 35 &quot;Bare rot&quot; av Niels Chr. Geelmuyden'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-raoeprvXxsM/TltEr0RI02I/AAAAAAAAAY8/n4p_qVC8BxE/s72-c/Betasuppe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5803226962106101984</id><published>2011-08-22T10:49:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:15:14.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 34 "Unger i bilen" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUWuMf6AM-w/TlIZPiIZ-FI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fZyIjS_OoLg/s1600/Barn%2Bi%2Bbil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643601037699446866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUWuMf6AM-w/TlIZPiIZ-FI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fZyIjS_OoLg/s320/Barn%2Bi%2Bbil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNGER I BILEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Telle hester, telle kuer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;telle kirkespir og bruer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Telle skilt med traktor på,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;telle biler som er blå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lage rebuser og gåter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trøste småsøsken som gråter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ikke krangle, ikke is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitt i ro i timevis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Synge sanger, lese bla’er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bo i bilen flere da’er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mor og far er helt på styr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noen griner, noen spyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prøv å sove, prøv å hvile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eg vil aldri mere bile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gir opp snart, er helt kaputt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Så er sommerferien slutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5803226962106101984?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5803226962106101984/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5803226962106101984' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5803226962106101984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5803226962106101984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-34-unger-i-bilen-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 34 &quot;Unger i bilen&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUWuMf6AM-w/TlIZPiIZ-FI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fZyIjS_OoLg/s72-c/Barn%2Bi%2Bbil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-3900940247414664422</id><published>2011-06-27T11:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:03:30.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSOZgmL2cHc/TghUkwr9ZZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ctbJ5YjG53o/s1600/sommerferie%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622837125293368722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSOZgmL2cHc/TghUkwr9ZZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ctbJ5YjG53o/s320/sommerferie%2B2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E-diktet for barn har sommerferie. Neste e-dikt kommer 22. august. Vi ønsker alle en riktig god sommer!&lt;br /&gt;Hilsen redaksjonen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-3900940247414664422?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/3900940247414664422/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=3900940247414664422' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3900940247414664422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3900940247414664422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-diktet-for-barn-har-sommerferie.html' title=''/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSOZgmL2cHc/TghUkwr9ZZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ctbJ5YjG53o/s72-c/sommerferie%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4855244560126751257</id><published>2011-06-27T11:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:57:29.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 25 "La været være som det er" av Dagny Holm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRK3aoe3Tpk/TghTcX1lklI/AAAAAAAAAYk/eUnIonJuTVY/s1600/V%25C3%25A6rbilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622835881672282706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRK3aoe3Tpk/TghTcX1lklI/AAAAAAAAAYk/eUnIonJuTVY/s320/V%25C3%25A6rbilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La været være som det er&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La været være som det er,&lt;br /&gt;med regn og vind og ruskevær.&lt;br /&gt;For regnet må vi regne med,&lt;br /&gt;det frakter vann fra sted til sted.&lt;br /&gt;Og vinden kan vi blåse i,&lt;br /&gt;den farer jo så fort forbi.&lt;br /&gt;Men blir det fint allikevel,&lt;br /&gt;da stråler vi som sola selv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dagny Holm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fra samlingen "Faktisk" , Gyldendal forlag 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4855244560126751257?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4855244560126751257/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4855244560126751257' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4855244560126751257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4855244560126751257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-25-la-vret-vre-som.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 25 &quot;La været være som det er&quot; av Dagny Holm'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRK3aoe3Tpk/TghTcX1lklI/AAAAAAAAAYk/eUnIonJuTVY/s72-c/V%25C3%25A6rbilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-7326541061134224161</id><published>2011-06-27T09:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:03:31.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 23 "Maurslukeren" av Niels Christian Geelmuyden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5xzinPUF48/Tgg4cx8314I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Nq6RDKHfaPY/s1600/maurslukerknut.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622806201868212098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5xzinPUF48/Tgg4cx8314I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Nq6RDKHfaPY/s320/maurslukerknut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maurslukeren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang på gang har maursluker Knut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;klaget over hvordan han ser ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han synes han ligner et eneste rør&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og kjenner at maurene klør og klør.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De klør i munnen så vel som magen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og plager ham gjerne hele dagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maur smaker dessuten ikke godt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men valg, det har han aldri fått.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sannheten er at Knut kan sluke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;treogtyve tuer på en uke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han føler seg sjofel og hjerterå,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;når han sluker slike små.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iblant synes Knut det er en skam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at det finnes dyr som ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han ønsker seg noen dager og uker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at det fantes en maurslukersluker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niels Christian Geelmuyden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fra samlingen "Tversoververs", Cappelen Damm, 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-7326541061134224161?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/7326541061134224161/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=7326541061134224161' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7326541061134224161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7326541061134224161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-23-maurslukeren-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 23 &quot;Maurslukeren&quot; av Niels Christian Geelmuyden'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5xzinPUF48/Tgg4cx8314I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Nq6RDKHfaPY/s72-c/maurslukerknut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-600150678615211049</id><published>2011-05-30T10:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:47:53.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 22 "Husken vår" av Guri B. Hagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XqcQpAPNpI/TeNZDaKjYxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nGJpwjDaJTw/s1600/Huskebilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612427475731833618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XqcQpAPNpI/TeNZDaKjYxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nGJpwjDaJTw/s320/Huskebilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husken vår&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Det henger et bildekk i tau - fra vårt tre,&lt;br /&gt;det lar oss svinge - både opp og ned,&lt;br /&gt;nå farer jeg høyt over hekken i hagen,&lt;br /&gt;det kiler så deilig og skummelt i magen,&lt;br /&gt;så svinger jeg opp mot den blå-blå himmel,&lt;br /&gt;det bobler i hodet og gjør meg litt svimmel,&lt;br /&gt;men nå er det din tur - og vi må bytte,&lt;br /&gt;du skal huske og - jeg skal dytte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guri B. Hagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spesielt for e-diktet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-600150678615211049?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/600150678615211049/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=600150678615211049' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/600150678615211049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/600150678615211049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-22-husken-var-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 22 &quot;Husken vår&quot; av Guri B. Hagen'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XqcQpAPNpI/TeNZDaKjYxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nGJpwjDaJTw/s72-c/Huskebilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-6123969709598572516</id><published>2011-05-30T10:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:39:20.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 21 "Løvetann" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnX3ixy6H1M/TeNXKBYfS-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/lqOh7jNFYBA/s1600/L%25C3%25B8vetann%2Bhvit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612425390315228130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnX3ixy6H1M/TeNXKBYfS-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/lqOh7jNFYBA/s320/L%25C3%25B8vetann%2Bhvit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LØVETANN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Løvetann, gamle mann&lt;br /&gt;i blomsterbedet mitt.&lt;br /&gt;Du har nok blitt gammel nå&lt;br /&gt;for håret ditt er hvitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Løvetann, gamle mann,&lt;br /&gt;du skal ikke dø.&lt;br /&gt;Det er bare håret ditt&lt;br /&gt;som skal bli til frø.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Løvetann, gamle mann,&lt;br /&gt;hvis du mangler kam,&lt;br /&gt;kan du spørre hanefar&lt;br /&gt;og låne en av ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Løvetann, gamle mann,&lt;br /&gt;med hvitt og ustelt hår,&lt;br /&gt;tar du på din gule hatt&lt;br /&gt;og kommer neste år?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-6123969709598572516?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/6123969709598572516/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=6123969709598572516' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6123969709598572516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6123969709598572516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/05/lvetann-lvetann-gamle-mann-i.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 21 &quot;Løvetann&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnX3ixy6H1M/TeNXKBYfS-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/lqOh7jNFYBA/s72-c/L%25C3%25B8vetann%2Bhvit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-614725260391334285</id><published>2011-05-16T09:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:03:51.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c9xyYVizNU/TdDaWVfqsxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fjtpjxedzqw/s1600/humle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607221613338211090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c9xyYVizNU/TdDaWVfqsxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fjtpjxedzqw/s320/humle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En humletur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liten stein,&lt;br /&gt;sol og regn:&lt;br /&gt;Mose gror,&lt;br /&gt;lager jord.&lt;br /&gt;Blomst og knopp&lt;br /&gt;skyter opp.&lt;br /&gt;Vind og luft,&lt;br /&gt;deilig duft....&lt;br /&gt;Humlebrum&lt;br /&gt;tumler om,&lt;br /&gt;humletufs,&lt;br /&gt;honningmufs.&lt;br /&gt;Fuglesus,&lt;br /&gt;vingebrus:&lt;br /&gt;Sultne små&lt;br /&gt;maser så:&lt;br /&gt;"MAT-MAT, pip-pip!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ja, straks,&lt;br /&gt;makk, fluefly og flaks!"&lt;br /&gt;Der!&lt;br /&gt;Deilig, diger dott,&lt;br /&gt;det gjør godt&lt;br /&gt;i ongeskrott.&lt;br /&gt;Reven Gram&lt;br /&gt;lister fram.....&lt;br /&gt;Pass for revesnutt,&lt;br /&gt;ellers er det slutt!&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly fra revetrute,&lt;br /&gt;ellers er det ute!&lt;br /&gt;Snipp, snapp, snute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kirsti Birkeland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-614725260391334285?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/614725260391334285/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=614725260391334285' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/614725260391334285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/614725260391334285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-20.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 20'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c9xyYVizNU/TdDaWVfqsxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fjtpjxedzqw/s72-c/humle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-6102390471409160759</id><published>2011-05-09T09:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:24:23.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 19 "17. maisnø" av Greta Aune Jotun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-m_nVlIBtU/TceWCjKROPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hUv7BMgzfKU/s1600/syttende%2Bmai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604613231828089074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-m_nVlIBtU/TceWCjKROPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hUv7BMgzfKU/s320/syttende%2Bmai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. maisnø&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brrr! - Brrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fryser på tærne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tynne, tynne sko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hipp! - Hipp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vifter med flagget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men skulle vært på do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blæh! - Blæh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skjelver i knærne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og fingrene er blå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HURRAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;snart blir det pølser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og softis å få!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greta Aune Jotun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-6102390471409160759?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/6102390471409160759/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=6102390471409160759' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6102390471409160759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6102390471409160759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-19-17-maisn-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 19 &quot;17. maisnø&quot; av Greta Aune Jotun'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-m_nVlIBtU/TceWCjKROPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hUv7BMgzfKU/s72-c/syttende%2Bmai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4294849352094885026</id><published>2011-05-02T13:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:10:31.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 18 "Lykkestund" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6W8Kvi1UiM/Tb6RHQ_xCLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TLh5yxIR0hg/s1600/Hund%2Btil%2Blykkestund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602074540503009458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6W8Kvi1UiM/Tb6RHQ_xCLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TLh5yxIR0hg/s320/Hund%2Btil%2Blykkestund.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lykkestund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Å stikke snuten ned i jord&lt;br /&gt;der meitemark og biller bor.&lt;br /&gt;Å kjenne mellom møkk og stein&lt;br /&gt;en delig lukt av råttent bein.&lt;br /&gt;Det er en lykkestund&lt;br /&gt;når man er hund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4294849352094885026?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4294849352094885026/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4294849352094885026' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4294849352094885026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4294849352094885026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-18-lykkestund-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 18 &quot;Lykkestund&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6W8Kvi1UiM/Tb6RHQ_xCLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TLh5yxIR0hg/s72-c/Hund%2Btil%2Blykkestund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-935033923742258349</id><published>2011-04-11T09:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:37:47.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 15 "Kattungene" av Guri B. Hagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i07oqom_3Rw/TaKvi7t1ylI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bF6YVyE2FZY/s1600/Kattunger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594226701827951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i07oqom_3Rw/TaKvi7t1ylI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bF6YVyE2FZY/s320/Kattunger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kattungene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeg kan få velge den jeg vil ha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;av de søteste kattunger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men hvem skal jeg ta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Søtest av alle er kanskje den grå, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men den hvite maler så veldig nå. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Den stripete gule smiler så blid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mens den svarte gnir seg mot hånda mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeg klarer ikke å velge en av disse i kurven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;så jeg må nok ta med meg hele hurven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guri B. Hagen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-935033923742258349?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/935033923742258349/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=935033923742258349' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/935033923742258349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/935033923742258349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-15-kattungene-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 15 &quot;Kattungene&quot; av Guri B. Hagen'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i07oqom_3Rw/TaKvi7t1ylI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bF6YVyE2FZY/s72-c/Kattunger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-2772776373389594571</id><published>2011-04-04T12:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:24:47.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 14 "Kløna" av Grete Randsborg Jenseg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmpkUeMvtSY/TZmbAidCREI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CbQj8hTIkCs/s1600/brun%2Bh%25C3%25B8ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591670845908075586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmpkUeMvtSY/TZmbAidCREI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CbQj8hTIkCs/s320/brun%2Bh%25C3%25B8ne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kløna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeg har ei høne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ei skikkelig kløne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hun snubler i røtter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og egne føtter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og detter på magen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i eplehagen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men egget hun legger i reiret sitt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Er lekkert og smekkert og skinnende hvitt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeg elsker den kløna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den rødbrune høna, å nei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Der ramla hun midt i en skitt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nå skal hun få godbit fra brødet mitt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grete Randsborg Jenseg &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-2772776373389594571?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/2772776373389594571/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=2772776373389594571' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2772776373389594571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2772776373389594571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-14-klna-av-grete.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 14 &quot;Kløna&quot; av Grete Randsborg Jenseg'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmpkUeMvtSY/TZmbAidCREI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CbQj8hTIkCs/s72-c/brun%2Bh%25C3%25B8ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-3408439486046866054</id><published>2011-03-28T13:01:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:10:14.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 13 "Rede" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HwDGTFRW7M/TZBrc0HC3-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xEJgHvakZ8U/s1600/Fugl%2Bp%25C3%25A5%2Brede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589085280335486946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HwDGTFRW7M/TZBrc0HC3-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xEJgHvakZ8U/s320/Fugl%2Bp%25C3%25A5%2Brede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REDE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Å bygge er et svare slit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slepe kvister hit og dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hente blader, strå og pinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Samle sammen alt jeg finner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyng og grener, gress og kvister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leter, samler, henter, mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men det er jo og en glede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At man får sitt eget rede. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Å ruge er et slit og strev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vondt i ryggen, skakk og skjev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ligge stille flere timer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sulten så jeg nesten svimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;redd for rovdyr, uvær, stormer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;redd for mår og rev og ormer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men gleden er jo stor for begge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;når de kryper ut av egget! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gjengitt med tillatelse for e-diktet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-3408439486046866054?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/3408439486046866054/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=3408439486046866054' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3408439486046866054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3408439486046866054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-13-rede-av-trond_28.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 13 &quot;Rede&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HwDGTFRW7M/TZBrc0HC3-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xEJgHvakZ8U/s72-c/Fugl%2Bp%25C3%25A5%2Brede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-7981519041914957797</id><published>2011-03-22T15:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:37:03.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 12 "Hvem er den stilleste" av Gro Dahle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiqqlTE1W9w/TYizrXtFU2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/gAzSFL8Y8tU/s1600/Katt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586912895431955298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiqqlTE1W9w/TYizrXtFU2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/gAzSFL8Y8tU/s320/Katt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HVEM ER DEN STILLESTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dette lille diktet mitt peker på katten,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for jeg har lest om katten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og sett katten gå over tunet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helt stille slik bare katten kan gå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Å være katt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slik bare katten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan være katt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gro Dahle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-7981519041914957797?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/7981519041914957797/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=7981519041914957797' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7981519041914957797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7981519041914957797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-12-hvem-er-den.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 12 &quot;Hvem er den stilleste&quot; av Gro Dahle'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiqqlTE1W9w/TYizrXtFU2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/gAzSFL8Y8tU/s72-c/Katt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-3951082616900426039</id><published>2011-03-14T10:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:43:29.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 11 "Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!" av Arne Garvang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRN_XbuKJR8/TX3jL7d4v4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KgXSgKTSA80/s1600/Brannbil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583868907090395010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRN_XbuKJR8/TX3jL7d4v4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KgXSgKTSA80/s320/Brannbil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bursdag, presanger og kake er bra&lt;br /&gt;tenkte mannen fornøyd, men vet du hva?&lt;br /&gt;Du tror det vel ikke, men dette er saken,&lt;br /&gt;mannen puttet et kakelys i baken!&lt;br /&gt;Men å tenne på bak var ikkeno’ lett&lt;br /&gt;så han fyrte opp buksa, rett og slett!&lt;br /&gt;Det flammet og freste, ja, sånn kan det gå&lt;br /&gt;når man leker med ilden og ikke passer på,&lt;br /&gt;og tenner på baken i stedet for kaken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En brannbil kom ulende og brannmannen sa&lt;br /&gt;Her brenner det friskt, dette er ikke bra!&lt;br /&gt;En mann skal da slett ikke tenne på baken&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har aldri noen gang sett på maken!&lt;br /&gt;Så spylte han mannen, og mannen ble våt&lt;br /&gt;Og kaken også! Og mannen gråt.&lt;br /&gt;Men brannmannen sa at sånn kan det gå&lt;br /&gt;når man leker med ild! Men jeg reddet deg nå,&lt;br /&gt;da du tente på baken i stedet for kaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da blir det:&lt;br /&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arne Garvang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-3951082616900426039?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/3951082616900426039/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=3951082616900426039' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3951082616900426039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3951082616900426039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-11-brann-brann-i.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 11 &quot;Brann, brann, i rompa på en mann!&quot; av Arne Garvang'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRN_XbuKJR8/TX3jL7d4v4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KgXSgKTSA80/s72-c/Brannbil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-6227186293921944485</id><published>2011-03-04T12:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:30:41.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 10 "SKRÆTSJ" av Finn Øglænd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ysx9agQmUvs/TXDNIBm9fII/AAAAAAAAAWo/ynAzNpZUwk4/s1600/Rampete%2BHenrik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580185476066540674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ysx9agQmUvs/TXDNIBm9fII/AAAAAAAAAWo/ynAzNpZUwk4/s320/Rampete%2BHenrik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKRÆTSJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Skrætsj. Der sprakk buksa.&lt;br /&gt;Ritsj. Der rauk skjorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Der skrik&lt;br /&gt;Henrik.&lt;br /&gt;Det er hans bukse. Det er hans&lt;br /&gt;skjorte.&lt;br /&gt;Det er hans kne det er blod på.&lt;br /&gt;Det er hans arm som er blå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er ny bukse i butikken. Ny&lt;br /&gt;skjorte også. Ny Henrik også.&lt;br /&gt;Det er mange Henrikar. Dei er&lt;br /&gt;billige, for dei er rampete og&lt;br /&gt;skrik mykje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finn Øglænd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Frå samlinga "Ramle- og skramlevers" Samlaget 1995&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-6227186293921944485?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/6227186293921944485/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=6227186293921944485' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6227186293921944485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/6227186293921944485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-10-skrtsj-av-finn.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 10 &quot;SKRÆTSJ&quot; av Finn Øglænd'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ysx9agQmUvs/TXDNIBm9fII/AAAAAAAAAWo/ynAzNpZUwk4/s72-c/Rampete%2BHenrik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-853509144810094416</id><published>2011-03-01T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:56:58.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 9 "Hadet Mabrade" av Svein Woje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_l1qtjDe5s/TWzeBkSeBbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UGoAoIJpl9w/s1600/hadet%2Bmabrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579078156907578802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_l1qtjDe5s/TWzeBkSeBbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UGoAoIJpl9w/s320/hadet%2Bmabrade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hadet Madabrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I byen Madabrade&lt;br /&gt;er alt av sjokolade&lt;br /&gt;drops og marsipan&lt;br /&gt;vi kan ete hele dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men bare gjett når jeg er mett&lt;br /&gt;hvem kommer da - jo onkel Fett!&lt;br /&gt;han peker mot en annen by&lt;br /&gt;så jeg kan starte helt på ny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den neste by er Fantastan&lt;br /&gt;bygd av lakris og krokan&lt;br /&gt;Der skal jeg bo i hus med topp&lt;br /&gt;og spise hele greia opp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Svein Woje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-853509144810094416?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/853509144810094416/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=853509144810094416' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/853509144810094416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/853509144810094416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-dikt-for-barn-28-feb-hadet-mabrade-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 9 &quot;Hadet Mabrade&quot; av Svein Woje'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_l1qtjDe5s/TWzeBkSeBbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UGoAoIJpl9w/s72-c/hadet%2Bmabrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-168187703525379755</id><published>2011-02-21T09:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:18:05.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 8 - 11 "Haien Mai" av Karin Kinge Lindboe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDFlJRhE-yM/TWIfcA_L0xI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cizfmAwLtH8/s1600/Haien%2BMai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576053854799909650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDFlJRhE-yM/TWIfcA_L0xI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cizfmAwLtH8/s320/Haien%2BMai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIEN MAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kjenner en ganske stilig hai.&lt;br /&gt;Hun har spisse tenner og heter Mai.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kan holde i halen, Mai svømmer i vei&lt;br /&gt;forbi blanke makreller og lakser og sei.&lt;br /&gt;Folk roper og skriker og alle blir redde.&lt;br /&gt;Mai er snill som et lam. Skal vi virkelig vedde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin Kinge Lindboe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-168187703525379755?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/168187703525379755/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=168187703525379755' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/168187703525379755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/168187703525379755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-8-11-haien-mai-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 8 - 11 &quot;Haien Mai&quot; av Karin Kinge Lindboe'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDFlJRhE-yM/TWIfcA_L0xI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cizfmAwLtH8/s72-c/Haien%2BMai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5803538942963516888</id><published>2011-02-11T13:19:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:35:08.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 7 - 11 "Bare jeg kan få et dyr" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67iheHljY_Q/TVUssvDaZII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2mcHRF1fFD4/s1600/Dyr%252C%2Bhund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572409260997502082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67iheHljY_Q/TVUssvDaZII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2mcHRF1fFD4/s320/Dyr%252C%2Bhund.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BARE JEG KAN FÅ ET DYR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare jeg kan få et dyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kan det være hva det vil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En apekatt, en liten pus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en elefant, en flaggermus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en dølagamp, en kenguru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en edderkopp, en gammel ku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en dinosaur, en dvergkanin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;et tusenben, en sur sardin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bare jeg kan få et dyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kan det være hva det vil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare jeg kan få et dyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kan det være hva det vil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En elekatt, en apepus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en flaggerfant, en liten mus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en kengugamp, en edduru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en gammel kopp, en dølaku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en tusensaur, en dvergsardin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;et dinobben, en sur kanin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bare jeg kan få et dyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kan det være hva det vil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5803538942963516888?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5803538942963516888/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5803538942963516888' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5803538942963516888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5803538942963516888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-6-bare-jeg-kan-fa.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 7 - 11 &quot;Bare jeg kan få et dyr&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67iheHljY_Q/TVUssvDaZII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2mcHRF1fFD4/s72-c/Dyr%252C%2Bhund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4984036850048491390</id><published>2011-02-11T13:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:19:41.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 6 - 11 "I vaffelhus" av Kirsten Sødal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOG978f3Mso/TVUpT_Aw8oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9GzjdJNKa0c/s1600/pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572405537249751682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOG978f3Mso/TVUpT_Aw8oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9GzjdJNKa0c/s320/pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAFFELHUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nystekte vafler kan pirre din nese&lt;br /&gt;slik at du står med et spørsmål i fjese' :&lt;br /&gt;Kan jeg få en? Kan jeg få to?&lt;br /&gt;Kan jeg få fler? For den første var god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et vaffelhjerte gjør oss godt!&lt;br /&gt;Vi gir av det som vi har fått!&lt;br /&gt;Vi glemmer alt det gale og skjeve!&lt;br /&gt;I vaffelhus er det deilig å leve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vafler er godt!&lt;br /&gt;Vafler er flott!&lt;br /&gt;Vafler er gøy!&lt;br /&gt;Men helst med syltetøy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, helst med blåbærsyltetøy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kirsten Sødal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4984036850048491390?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4984036850048491390/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4984036850048491390' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4984036850048491390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4984036850048491390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-6-11-i-vaffelhus-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 6 - 11 &quot;I vaffelhus&quot; av Kirsten Sødal'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOG978f3Mso/TVUpT_Aw8oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9GzjdJNKa0c/s72-c/pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-520045151912890994</id><published>2011-01-28T15:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:18:34.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 5-11 "Sjørøverdronningen Anne" av Nina Marie Vogt-Østli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TULPtapxPRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DIKto9jUF0Q/s1600/badebilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567240468538932498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TULPtapxPRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DIKto9jUF0Q/s320/badebilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TULOzTEQp2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Gbl87zf8Lzs/s1600/Folkevogn%2Bi%2Bst%25C3%25A5l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sjørøverdronningen Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sjørøverdronningen Anne&lt;br /&gt;liker å plaske i vannet.&lt;br /&gt;Elsker å bade naken,&lt;br /&gt;svømmer så alle ser baken.&lt;br /&gt;Ingen andre tør tenke tanken,&lt;br /&gt;men Anne løper ut på planken&lt;br /&gt;og roper i stupet -tjo hei!&lt;br /&gt;til hai og maneter. Og sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av &lt;em&gt;Nina Marie Vogt-Østli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spesielt for e-diktet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-520045151912890994?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/520045151912890994/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=520045151912890994' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/520045151912890994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/520045151912890994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 5-11 &quot;Sjørøverdronningen Anne&quot; av Nina Marie Vogt-Østli'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TULPtapxPRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DIKto9jUF0Q/s72-c/badebilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-2304421710436004364</id><published>2011-01-22T16:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:31:17.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 4-11 "En flekk" av Svein Woje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTr30h8EtbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ay3jC7M2tFc/s1600/sj%25C3%25B8r%25C3%25B8verflagg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565032771405264306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTr30h8EtbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ay3jC7M2tFc/s320/sj%25C3%25B8r%25C3%25B8verflagg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En flekk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg lager en flekk&lt;br /&gt;Uten å viske den vekk&lt;br /&gt;for den ligner en øy&lt;br /&gt;Og nå blir det gøy&lt;br /&gt;jeg tegner en katt&lt;br /&gt;som vokter en skatt&lt;br /&gt;Den hveser og freser&lt;br /&gt;sint som en løve&lt;br /&gt;mot de som vil prøve&lt;br /&gt;seg på å røve&lt;br /&gt;Men da tegner jeg pistoler&lt;br /&gt;og en bande spanjoler&lt;br /&gt;Så kommer et hyl&lt;br /&gt;fra den gamle katt&lt;br /&gt;for der står jeg&lt;br /&gt;med sjørøverhatt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Svein Woje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-2304421710436004364?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/2304421710436004364/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=2304421710436004364' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2304421710436004364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2304421710436004364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/01/en-flekk-jeg-lager-en-flekk-uten-viske.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 4-11 &quot;En flekk&quot; av Svein Woje'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTr30h8EtbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ay3jC7M2tFc/s72-c/sj%25C3%25B8r%25C3%25B8verflagg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-8130576561028659907</id><published>2011-01-17T09:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:21:04.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 3-11 "Paddeslim" av Karin Kinge Lindboe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTP7ppN4CqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mh6GPKl8YQQ/s1600/padde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563066657589955234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTP7ppN4CqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mh6GPKl8YQQ/s320/padde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paddeslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snørr og sikkel, paddeslim,&lt;br /&gt;og en liten fiskestim.&lt;br /&gt;Legg alt i et helt tett glass,&lt;br /&gt;skru så lokket godt på plass.&lt;br /&gt;La det stå i tjue år.&lt;br /&gt;Smør det tjukt på nesehår.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin Kinge Lindboe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-8130576561028659907?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/8130576561028659907/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=8130576561028659907' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8130576561028659907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8130576561028659907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-dikt-for-barn-uke3-11-paddeslim-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 3-11 &quot;Paddeslim&quot; av Karin Kinge Lindboe'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTP7ppN4CqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mh6GPKl8YQQ/s72-c/padde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4059772775393026276</id><published>2011-01-17T09:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:16:16.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 2-11 "Rundt og rundt" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTP6Tiqg2FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9q2Y60SWpho/s1600/karusell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563065178362271826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTP6Tiqg2FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9q2Y60SWpho/s320/karusell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rundt og rundt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundt og rundt går verden&lt;br /&gt;i en veldig fart.&lt;br /&gt;Rart at ikke verden&lt;br /&gt;blir litt svimmel snart.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg står musestille,&lt;br /&gt;jorda går i ring.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg burde vel blitt svimmel,&lt;br /&gt;men kjenner ingenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundt den store sola&lt;br /&gt;svever kloden vår.&lt;br /&gt;Sola, den står stille.&lt;br /&gt;Jorda går og går.&lt;br /&gt;Og en diger himmel&lt;br /&gt;ser jeg her jeg er.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg står midt i verden,&lt;br /&gt;sentrum, det er her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4059772775393026276?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4059772775393026276/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4059772775393026276' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4059772775393026276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4059772775393026276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-2-11-rundt-og-rundt.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 2-11 &quot;Rundt og rundt&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TTP6Tiqg2FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9q2Y60SWpho/s72-c/karusell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4307479962699157598</id><published>2010-12-16T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:57:48.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TQnijhddHrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cHsrW9gssiA/s1600/frost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551217115616059058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TQnijhddHrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cHsrW9gssiA/s320/frost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4307479962699157598?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4307479962699157598/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4307479962699157598' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4307479962699157598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4307479962699157598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TQnijhddHrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cHsrW9gssiA/s72-c/frost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5675723150910659677</id><published>2010-12-13T11:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:22:33.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste e-dikt for barn kommer 10. januar 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TQXzXUE_EXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wLFm7kvkUeY/s1600/sn%25C3%25B8mann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550109697656164722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TQXzXUE_EXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wLFm7kvkUeY/s320/sn%25C3%25B8mann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barnehager og skoler er nå travelt opptatt med juleinnspurt og etter hvert julefri. Vi er tilbake med nye dikt fra og med 10. januar 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Det beste i livet er gratis, heter det. E-diktet er gratis for brukerne, og er finansiert av Norsk kulturråd og fylkesbibliotekene i Buskerud, Vestfold og Østfold. Kanskje du kjenner noen som kan ha glede av e-diktene? I så fall kan du tipse en venn eller flere via våre nettsider: &lt;a href="http://e-diktet.no/"&gt;http://e-diktet.no/&lt;/a&gt; E-dikt er en fin gave som varer gjennom hele året.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En riktig god jul ønskes til store og små diktbrukere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5675723150910659677?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5675723150910659677/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5675723150910659677' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5675723150910659677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5675723150910659677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/12/neste-e-dikt-for-barn-kommer-10-januar.html' title='Neste e-dikt for barn kommer 10. januar 2011'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TQXzXUE_EXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wLFm7kvkUeY/s72-c/sn%25C3%25B8mann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-3991384760047739976</id><published>2010-12-06T10:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:46:01.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 49 "Kattastrofe" av Olav Linkas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TPyw066TieI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B0wikO0lBrw/s1600/Julekatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547503264227101154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TPyw066TieI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B0wikO0lBrw/s320/Julekatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATTASTROFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nå får du høre om den prikkete hunden&lt;br /&gt;som liksom hadde bein i nesa og munnen&lt;br /&gt;men katter var hans aller største skrekk&lt;br /&gt;et lite mjau og han pilte vekk&lt;br /&gt;det toppet seg da Santa Lucia sang&lt;br /&gt;den firbeinte pysa satte på sprang&lt;br /&gt;hele familien brølte ut i latter&lt;br /&gt;siden mamma kun serverte søte lussekatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olav Linkas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-3991384760047739976?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/3991384760047739976/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=3991384760047739976' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3991384760047739976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/3991384760047739976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-49-kattastrofe-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 49 &quot;Kattastrofe&quot; av Olav Linkas'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TPyw066TieI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B0wikO0lBrw/s72-c/Julekatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-7617316869558984924</id><published>2010-11-29T11:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:11:58.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 48 "Engler?" av Grete Jansborg Jenseg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TPN8Z6EKjFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BvcSp0OuFFY/s1600/engelisn%25C3%25B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544912350748511314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TPN8Z6EKjFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BvcSp0OuFFY/s320/engelisn%25C3%25B8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engler?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vi har lekt engler i snøen her.&lt;br /&gt;Himmelske engler kan godt lande der.&lt;br /&gt;Det er plass til en liten og en som er svær.&lt;br /&gt;Engler med hvite, flagrende klær,&lt;br /&gt;engler med krøller og nakne tær,&lt;br /&gt;tenk om vi kunne få se dem helt nær!&lt;br /&gt;Tenk om englene vokste på juletrær!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grete Jansborg Jenseg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-7617316869558984924?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/7617316869558984924/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=7617316869558984924' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7617316869558984924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/7617316869558984924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-48-engler-av-grete.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 48 &quot;Engler?&quot; av Grete Jansborg Jenseg'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TPN8Z6EKjFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BvcSp0OuFFY/s72-c/engelisn%25C3%25B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-2185993941086920010</id><published>2010-11-22T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:51:27.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 47 "Tør faren din?" av Karin Kinge Lindboe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TOovBZv2n4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lr-vP9HdJtA/s1600/skjelett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542293992570789762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TOovBZv2n4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lr-vP9HdJtA/s320/skjelett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tør faren din?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kjelleren bor det edderkopper,&lt;br /&gt;som tøffe ned fra taket hopper.&lt;br /&gt;I kjelleren bor en feit, brun rotte&lt;br /&gt;i en sprukken tissepotte.&lt;br /&gt;I kjelleren bor en gammel bille,&lt;br /&gt;pluss to små mus som er helt ville.&lt;br /&gt;I kjelleren går aldri faren min.&lt;br /&gt;Det tør han ikke. Tør faren din?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin Kinge Lindboe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-2185993941086920010?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/2185993941086920010/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=2185993941086920010' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2185993941086920010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/2185993941086920010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-47-tr-faren-din-av.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 47 &quot;Tør faren din?&quot; av Karin Kinge Lindboe'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TOovBZv2n4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lr-vP9HdJtA/s72-c/skjelett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-1394901474888976709</id><published>2010-11-15T09:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:25:50.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 46 "Koser til alle" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TODwrRJKSxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/L3ZqTVuotiA/s1600/Emilies%2Bkoser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539692167792577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TODwrRJKSxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/L3ZqTVuotiA/s320/Emilies%2Bkoser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOSER TIL ALLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fire koser har Emilie&lt;br /&gt;som hun deler ut hver kveld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fire koser som hun eier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men gir bort allikevel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pappa får den første kosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Han er hennes beste venn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Når den endelig er ferdig,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;har hun bare tre igjen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mamma får den andre kosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Den er lang og bløt og god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nå er halvparten blitt kost bort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;så nå har hun bare to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bamsen får den tredje kosen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bamsen med et ødelagt ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Og når den er ferdigkoset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;har Emilie bare en.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hvem skal få den siste kosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;som hun deler ut hver kveld?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alle har fått hver sin kos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;så hun må ta den siste selv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-1394901474888976709?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/1394901474888976709/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=1394901474888976709' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/1394901474888976709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/1394901474888976709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-46-koser-til-alle.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 46 &quot;Koser til alle&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TODwrRJKSxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/L3ZqTVuotiA/s72-c/Emilies%2Bkoser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-305027258283922903</id><published>2010-11-08T09:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:13:22.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e-dikt for barn uke 45 "Min dag" av Svein Woje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TNexFuwH4HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AZp3hl5Hse8/s1600/slott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537088978882650226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TNexFuwH4HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AZp3hl5Hse8/s320/slott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Min dag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nå er jeg våken og roper Hurra!&lt;br /&gt;Dette er dagen som jeg vil ha&lt;br /&gt;helt for meg selv og ikke for andre&lt;br /&gt;Dette er dagen da jeg vil forandre&lt;br /&gt;alt som er tøv og alt som er tull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingen skal bråke&lt;br /&gt;Og ingen skal ståke&lt;br /&gt;Ingen skal være sur som ei sild&lt;br /&gt;For i dag gjør jeg akkurat det jeg vil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagen er min og den er flott&lt;br /&gt;I dag skal jeg bo i mitt eget slott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Svein Woje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-305027258283922903?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/305027258283922903/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=305027258283922903' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/305027258283922903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/305027258283922903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-45-min-dag-av-svein.html' title='e-dikt for barn uke 45 &quot;Min dag&quot; av Svein Woje'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TNexFuwH4HI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AZp3hl5Hse8/s72-c/slott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4582395286345762876</id><published>2010-11-02T11:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:10:49.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 44 "Eit trist dikt av Terje Torkildsen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TM_mgicCS4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vsoKikiOJoU/s1600/statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534895913736227714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TM_mgicCS4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vsoKikiOJoU/s320/statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eit trist dikt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Det står ein statue&lt;br /&gt;i byen ein stad&lt;br /&gt;som alltid er fin&lt;br /&gt;men aldri er glad.&lt;br /&gt;Han vil gjerne tala&lt;br /&gt;men står berre taus.&lt;br /&gt;Han vil ut og vandra&lt;br /&gt;men kjem ikkje laus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terje Torkildsen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4582395286345762876?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4582395286345762876/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4582395286345762876' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4582395286345762876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4582395286345762876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-44-eit-trist-dikt.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 44 &quot;Eit trist dikt av Terje Torkildsen&quot;'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TM_mgicCS4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vsoKikiOJoU/s72-c/statue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-8837413573110237956</id><published>2010-10-25T14:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:30:05.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 43 "Da Iver var ute" av Karin Kinge Lindboe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TMV4FrwQg2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/91Z5tEghFqQ/s1600/Heksehus"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531959756334334818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TMV4FrwQg2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/91Z5tEghFqQ/s320/Heksehus" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Iver var ute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En kveld da Iver var kjempeseint ute&lt;br /&gt;kikket han inn bak naboens rute.&lt;br /&gt;Der så han en kullsvart katt og en heks&lt;br /&gt;som satt ved peisen og spiste kjeks.&lt;br /&gt;Iver hoppet rundt og han skrek,&lt;br /&gt;så heksa som satt der med katta ble blek.&lt;br /&gt;Heksa dro rullegardinen ned med et smell,&lt;br /&gt;mens hun ropte: at nå er det nok for i kveld!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karin Kinge Lindboe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-8837413573110237956?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/8837413573110237956/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=8837413573110237956' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8837413573110237956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/8837413573110237956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-43-da-iver-var-ute.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 43 &quot;Da Iver var ute&quot; av Karin Kinge Lindboe'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TMV4FrwQg2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/91Z5tEghFqQ/s72-c/Heksehus' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5904912075267885374</id><published>2010-10-18T12:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:47:40.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 42 "Hvorfor" av Anne Britt Lindvik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TLwlXV6LdVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dh5hAxTth_k/s1600/Apekatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529335525452510546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TLwlXV6LdVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dh5hAxTth_k/s320/Apekatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hvorfor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor rotter rottene seg sammen&lt;br /&gt;og hva gasser gassen seg med i dammen?&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor aper apene etter meg&lt;br /&gt;og er egentlig seien så seig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er det sant at klippfisk kan klippe&lt;br /&gt;og kan måkene måke snø, eller ikke?&lt;br /&gt;Gribber gribben til seg alt den kan&lt;br /&gt;og lopper loppene alle mann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er stemmen hes på alle hester&lt;br /&gt;og er lusa lusen mot sine gjester?&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor elger elgen seg på&lt;br /&gt;og griser grisen virkelig så?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det lurer jeg sannelig på!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne-Britt Lindvik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5904912075267885374?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5904912075267885374/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5904912075267885374' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5904912075267885374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5904912075267885374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-42-hvorfor-av-anne.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 42 &quot;Hvorfor&quot; av Anne Britt Lindvik'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TLwlXV6LdVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dh5hAxTth_k/s72-c/Apekatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-4566707329373960946</id><published>2010-10-18T12:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:39:10.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 41 "Dokkemor triller" av Greta Aune Jotun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TLwjuEE9RfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2H_Xo5uBRos/s1600/dokke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529333716779615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TLwjuEE9RfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2H_Xo5uBRos/s320/dokke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dokkemor triller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trille trille dokkebarn,&lt;br /&gt;ut i verden stor.&lt;br /&gt;Lille lille dokkebarn,&lt;br /&gt;hør nå på din mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trille, trille dokkebarn,&lt;br /&gt;ikke gråte nå.&lt;br /&gt;Lille lille dokkebarn,&lt;br /&gt;mor skal passe på.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trille trille dokkebarn,&lt;br /&gt;sov nå vennen min.&lt;br /&gt;Lille lille dokkebarn,&lt;br /&gt;drøm om moren din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greta Aune Jotun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-4566707329373960946?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/4566707329373960946/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=4566707329373960946' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4566707329373960946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/4566707329373960946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-41-dokkemor-triller.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 41 &quot;Dokkemor triller&quot; av Greta Aune Jotun'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TLwjuEE9RfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2H_Xo5uBRos/s72-c/dokke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739734620618734367.post-5226904136765664491</id><published>2010-10-04T08:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:01:56.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E-dikt for barn uke 40 "Giraff" av Trond Brænne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TKl7wr3urTI/AAAAAAAAATw/dbGJcHIb1rA/s1600/sjiraff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524082494287031602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TKl7wr3urTI/AAAAAAAAATw/dbGJcHIb1rA/s320/sjiraff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRAFF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuggende, vaggende&lt;br /&gt;Over savannene&lt;br /&gt;Svever de høye hannene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaggende, vuggende&lt;br /&gt;Gjennom lundene&lt;br /&gt;Duver de store hunnene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Løvtyggetygger med langstrukken hals&lt;br /&gt;Danser sin søvnige langsomme vals&lt;br /&gt;Finner et tre som er passe til kroppen&lt;br /&gt;Spiser seg mette fra toppen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trond Brænne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739734620618734367-5226904136765664491?l=e-dikt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/feeds/5226904136765664491/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739734620618734367&amp;postID=5226904136765664491' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5226904136765664491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739734620618734367/posts/default/5226904136765664491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-dikt.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-dikt-for-barn-uke-40-giraff-av-trond.html' title='E-dikt for barn uke 40 &quot;Giraff&quot; av Trond Brænne'/><author><name>Red.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11298755792173025255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgthriSMtCI/TKl7wr3urTI/AAAAAAAAATw/dbGJcHIb1rA/s72-c/sjiraff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
