It always begins
with a fly
already swallowed
Teddy’s Camp
With mom’s goodbye, the tears flow.
A hug, a wave… it’s time to go
Teddy gets on the bus to start
off for camp, sad to part.
Teddy takes a ride in red.
Woo-Hoo! What fun! He said.
Gone fishin’
Do fish like plaid
I do . . . Do you?
My hat is plaid.
It’s a plaid hat.
A plaid fisherman’s hat…
I wear them for the characters that come out with full force… I wear them by mood of course.
Moondance
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night.
Night, blast, blight, cast
Silver, quiet, quiver, diet…
You are my every line
my conscious grammar
my pen
my hammer.
