by way of celebrating my son's first day of [pre-]school, a few of our favorite poems. these are all good'uns for littl'uns.
'the owl and the pussycat,' by edward lear
'the giraffe,' by nikolai gumilev
'weathers,' by thomas hardy
'green grow the rashes,' by robert burns
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and, lastly, 'the skunk,' by me
the skunk barely knows how to run away
not that he's slow, just--unafraid
he can adjust his nozzles to take careful aim
or if he's chased (a rare event), cast back a spray
that has a stink no predator with a nose can bear
be it cat or wolf or hound or--bear
but the most intimidating poison nature makes
is impotent to scare off owl or snake or--car
his second defense is for man-made terrain
camouflaged as a no-passing lane
'the owl and the pussycat,' by edward lear
'the giraffe,' by nikolai gumilev
'weathers,' by thomas hardy
'green grow the rashes,' by robert burns
.
.
.
and, lastly, 'the skunk,' by me
the skunk barely knows how to run away
not that he's slow, just--unafraid
he can adjust his nozzles to take careful aim
or if he's chased (a rare event), cast back a spray
that has a stink no predator with a nose can bear
be it cat or wolf or hound or--bear
but the most intimidating poison nature makes
is impotent to scare off owl or snake or--car
his second defense is for man-made terrain
camouflaged as a no-passing lane
2 comments:
Dearest James, Masha and Jackson, What an important day today is! I'll bet there were tears all around. But he will soon be thriving, and all the various parents will be arriving, so everything will finally feel like home. Love to all.
leaving him in the classroom, i can just feel his life becoming an invention of mine. until now, most all his memories are my own, only differing in perspective. his life is as it is dreamt by me. soon our experience of his world will become two separate things.
two threads diverged in a wool
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