One time though they moved our trash even. Never asked anything about it. Just packed it up and Voilá! instant trash at your new home!
We are not professionals. And we are older than last time. We are older and slower than molasses running uphill on snow. But we will get there. Slowly but surely.
I took a break and went on a motorcycle jaunt into town for a teacher certification meeting (retired but still working on mentoring and certifying teachers in the district), and then a stop for coffee at Starbucks where I met up with my husband on his bike.
Then back home to pack, watch a little tv and try to get to bed early so we can have another go at it. No sense not having some fun in between, and making sure we don't get so spent that we have to take a year to recover!
|See where the pot is? See where the azalea is leaning? |
I wanted to write a poem for it. I think I have before. But I'm spent for writing today. Then "Ding!" a found poem from the paragraph above.
As I sit here
set pot and all
in the back yard
or talked to,
it put down roots,
clinging to life;
it gives us
the first flowers
of spring now.
How can I leave it here?
By Donna JT Smith, 5/5/2017 And did you catch the finished Progressive Poem? Go check it out at Irene Latham's! It is a real treat, not to be missed!
It's Poetry Friday. I hope you enjoy many more poems that are being offered today. Go join the party at Jama's at Jama's Alphabet Soup