“Get out of here Tom! Why don’t you just get out of here!
And take that dog with you. Take him for a walk—a long walk. You need it! You both are getting a little pudgy. The girls are coming over and I need some quiet!”

“The girls are coming over! The girls are always coming over. The girls are coming for bridge. The girls are coming for tea. The girls are a gaggle of geese, as far as I can see!”

I got the leash out of the closet and called the dog.

“ Come on Piggy, Let’s get out of here. We can wander over to the park and watch the kids at the playground.”
“Maybe I can go get a haircut. I don’t like these curly locks. I wonder how she’d like it if I got a crew cut. How about that Piggy?”
“Would you like a crew cut too? That would really show her wouldn’t it!”

We wandered over to the playground and watched the toddlers sliding down the slide into the mud. It looked like fun. Not something we could do though. We’re too old. I stuck my hands into my jeans pocket and watched enviously. A light drizzle made the day colder and definitely damper.

“No Piggy! No Piggy! Get down! Mr. Pie’ger’ come back here right now!
“No! No! Stop rolling in the mud! Clara gets angry when I get dirty! And you’ve torn my shirt.”

Not that that’s much of a loss! I hate plaid shirts. Cripes sake my grandfather wore plaid shirts. Now-a days real men don’t wear plaid! “
The rain started falling harder. I was definitely wet now and so was Mr. Pie’ger.

“Maybe I’ll just tie you up here and go into the bookstore. No one would ever know. I could spend time and read some magazines. You wouldn’t care would you Piggy? Good Dog!

I could see the girls leave the apartment building so I figured it was finally safe.

“I guess we can go home now. We can sneak in with our shoes off and without Clara noticing the shirt. I’ll even give you a bath. No one will ever know.”

“For Cripes sake doesn’t she understand! I’m only five years old!

words

I like words,
Especially those that go rolling off the tongue
Like onomatopoeia
Splendiferous
Catamaran.
They make me want to run,
And jump,
To skip through the tunnel beneath the Thames;
To turn cartwheels in the park in Walla Walla;
Go rushing through the waves in Reykjavik;
Hike the caves at Timpanogas and Carlsbad Caverns.

I like words
That feel-
Squishy,
Velvet,
Ridged,
Wiggly,
Whispy

I like words that taste
Chocolate,
Gumbo,
Jambalaya,
Soufflé,

Words are excitement
Freedom
Laughter
Sorrow
Tears
Enjoy your words
Beware them

FAVORITES

I love autumn.
I love the soft, warm sunshine
I love the crisp cool air in the mornings.
The fiery sunsets and misty rainbows coloring the skies.
The sunflowers waving in the breeze.
I love the leaves turning red and golden
The geese flying noisily to their winter home
Apples and pumpkins ripening sweetly.
I love the peaceful sounds of the year
Slowly growing older. And
I love you too.

It’s either too hot
Or too cold.
It’s either too dry
Or too wet
I’m either too busy
Or too tired
It’s either too loud
Or too quiet
Satisfaction isn’t guaranteed

Good Luck

Good luck

Writing poetry sometimes gets hard.
You want to put down your thoughts
Your dreams
Your wishes.

You want to describe in words
The feelings in your heart
Your mind
Your soul

But life intrudes
With its own complications
Work
Sadness
Depression
Time for a vacation

Good luck

DC Summer

August a month filled with meteor showers
Grasshoppers jumping out of all the flowers
Birds winging west in anticipation
Of autumn vacations in off the wall stations.

August a month filled with sunshine and heat
When rubber heeled shoes all stick to the streets.
Lets go for a ride in the country so green
Enjoying the summer with hats and sun screen

Kidding around with my husband, I asked for a first line for a poem, Then I closed my eyes and just typed a poem. That's the second one. He added A few slight tweaks:

August a month filled with meteor showers
as Little green men jump out of the flowers
Birds winging west in anticipations
Of autumn vacations in off the wall stations.

August a month filled with blarney and heat
When rubber heeled shoes just stick to the street.
Lets go for a ride in the country this week
I just can’t wait to accompany a geek.





August a month filled with meteor showers
Little green men jumping out of the flowers
Birds winging west in anticipation
Of autumn vacations in off the wall stations.

August a month filled with blarney and heat
When rubber heeled shoes keep sticking to the streets.
Lets go for a ride in the country this week
Wouldn’t want you to become such a geek.

Spring Dreaming

“Meow!” said the cat
To the dog on the step.
I thought for a moment
That I’d overslept.
Violets are blooming in pots
On the shelf
I’m ready for spring I
Keep telling myself.
Then out of the blue came
Those little white spots
Covering the flowers
With tiny white dots.
I guess it’s still winter
She said with a sigh—
I’m going to sleep.
Wake me up by and by.