Time Is the School in Which We Learn

An old story,

Not for nothing,

Older than

Time--

Heaven turning its face toward

Earth,

Refusing her.

Recalling

Earth’s

Sisterhood amongst the wise

Pines, coniferous forests bereft

Of envy,

Never knowing heaven’s sweet bounty

Should have been

Earlier than then.

#13 of 30 in April! For Susie’s challenge to the Real Toads--my title is a Joan Didion quote.

I had the day off from work today and wrote acrostic poems with my kids. Typically, they totally smoked me in this exercise. Here are some of theirs, the first two by my daughter and the last by my son:

OLIVE

On the couch sleeps a kitty

Lying, waiting, dreaming of tuna

Instead of squirrels

Very, very sleepy kitty

Every cat dreams of tuna

BUNNY

Bonk! A bunny hopped on your head.

Uhhhh, a bunny hopped on my head?

No bunny jumped on my head!!!

No no no, I know that a bunny did not--

You know there was a bunny!!!

THE HAUNTED WOODS

On a cold Autumn night

Lying in the moonlight is a black cat

Dancing in the shadows are the ghosts.

Witches flying high in the sky

Over the blood moon.

On a hill is the Pumpking

Dragging the dead away.

Spider hissing in the distance.