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Saturday, March 19, 2016
"If" -- a Saturday Challenge poem
If;
If our feet didn't heed
Our nose's lead
If mud puddles were pretty, and Mom was nice
And dogs took baths in clean water
Mom wouldn't have spanked me that day
She wouldn't have known
Or wouldn't have cared
That I was muddy that day, very
If glass bottles would sink in the stream
Or snow wouldn't melt so bloody fast
My spring day would have been dreary
What does one learn sailing make believe
We must learn life's lessons
By work and toil, corrections and admonitions
If we didn't grow up, and all resources were free
And adults didn't mess with our having fun
We could play forever unfettered
But we can't be that way
So God has the next best plan for us
Grow old gracefully, live childhood once more
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[Mom was nice, she never spanked me in my life. She did chase me with a real broom one day though. We've been out of pocket all week, fun and family with KP, Mrs. Jim and me in Louisiana for KP's spring break. There we visited relatives and went to a funeral, enjoyed it all. (link).]
I'm linked with "Outlawyer" at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Mini! (link)
Her instructions are "Take a poem written by someone else. ... you can think of your source poem as you write ... your life experience, the imagery that speaks to you, your view of the world."
I used this poem as my 'source poem:'
Dear Jim, this is super plucky and cute, and is a fun dive from your source poem and is its own poem. I'm glad you had a great week. k.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favourites of yours, Jim. I love the gentle transition form youth to old age - we must grow old with something to look forward to.
ReplyDeletelove ee, and your thought, "if mom were nice"
ReplyDeleteLove the mischief in this and the nod to childhood adventures :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is a really strong poem, childhood makes me what we are today...
ReplyDeleteCan't go wrong with E.E. Cummings as an inspiration. Moms are always nice - even when they have to spank every so often ;)
ReplyDeleteee cummings...What great inspiration! My mother always spanked me with the admonition she didn't want me to turn out like my cousins. It worked neither I nor my sisters are anything like them. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL nice write, luv your summary ending
ReplyDeletemuch love...