Thinking back . . .

Hi everyone,

Jeff’s plane was weather delayed so now both he and Robin arrive today. Been thinking about them, waxing nostalgic. Here’s a poem from CONNECTING DOTS about the time in our back yard in Kansas City when I was struggling to erect a new swing set and had more help than I needed. I think I posted this some time ago but here it is again.

SONG OF THE SWINGSET
David L. Harrison

The three-headed creature
huddles together in the yard.

In the space between the big head
and the instructions on the grass,
the helper heads bob in and out.

The three-headed creature sings to itself
two simple songs at once.

When are we going to get to swing?
Stop playing with the screwdriver.

When are we going to get to swing?
Where did you drop the washers?

When are we going to get to swing?
Let’s look for Section C.

When are we going to get to swing?
Why don’t you play with Mommy?

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6 comments on “Thinking back . . .

    • Good memories, though, huh? Veda, here’s my “Mommy’s Helper” poem from LEARNING THROUGH POETRY.
      Helping Momma (o)
      2 voices

      (1st voice)
      We love to help our
      (2nd voice)
      mom cook.
      (1st voice)
      We think we do a
      (2nd voice)
      fine job.
      (1st voice)
      Momma says we’re
      (2nd voice)
      good boys,
      (1st voice)
      But now and then we’re
      (2nd voice)
      big slobs.
      (1st voice)
      Today we dropped a
      (2nd voice)
      hot pot
      (1st voice)
      Of gravy on her
      (2nd voice)
      clean floor.
      (1st voice)
      It landed with a
      (2nd voice)
      KER! PLOP!
      (1st voice)
      We told her we would
      (2nd voice)
      make more.
      (1st voice)
      I got the sack of
      (2nd voice)
      white flour
      (1st voice)
      But slipped upon a
      (2nd voice)
      slick glob.
      (1st voice)
      The room looked like a
      (2nd voice)
      snow storm.
      (1st voice)
      I think I heard our
      (2nd voice)
      mom sob.
      (1st voice)
      Brother turned the
      (2nd voice)
      fan on.
      (1st voice)
      I ran to get the
      (2nd voice)
      wet mop.
      (1st voice)
      But Momma sent us
      (2nd voice)
      outside.
      (1st voice)
      She said, “You’ve helped
      (2nd voice)
      enough!
      Stop!”

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