My December Word of the Month poem

Hi everyone,
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Here’s my December poem told in a Curtal sonnet.

Making it for Mom

Back in the 50s they called it junior high.
In 8th grade I took a class called shop.
I knew little about tools but I could draw.
I approached the coming experience with many a sigh,
Totally intimidated by the backdrop
Of machinery pounding, grinding, the shriek of saw.

First we had to imagine, visualize,
And draw what we hoped to make without a flaw.
Too bad I couldn’t draw it and then stop.
My glue-smeared ice bucket was no prize.
But mom said, “Awe.”

(c) David L. Harrison

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10 comments on “My December Word of the Month poem

  1. Love your poem, and it brought back memories! I took “shop” in junior high as well – the first year our school let girls do this! Loved that class! (and watch out when I get around power tools! Ha!)

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