A short poem from my recently published 16th collection, What Shines. It’s in tercets, but you won’t see that, alas…Or will you? HiFi, 1952 As yet there was only one sister, still too young for school. We three brothers weren’t much older.
It's "I love to go out fishing/in a river or creek" which is of course a ridiculous line, and 'swimming' would have been better, but Fred Astaire pulled it off.
This is a lovely poem. My parents danced in the grocery store when a song of their youth (1930s-40s) came on. My dad was 6' 2" and my mama 5' 1/2" so that they danced not cheek to cheek, as she used to joke, but 'forehead to tie clasp." (Remember tie clasps?) They fought horribly at home, and often, but I remember the dancing, too. Isn't that what we want for our children?
It's "I love to go out fishing/in a river or creek" which is of course a ridiculous line, and 'swimming' would have been better, but Fred Astaire pulled it off.
This is a lovely poem. My parents danced in the grocery store when a song of their youth (1930s-40s) came on. My dad was 6' 2" and my mama 5' 1/2" so that they danced not cheek to cheek, as she used to joke, but 'forehead to tie clasp." (Remember tie clasps?) They fought horribly at home, and often, but I remember the dancing, too. Isn't that what we want for our children?
Lord, that last line is stunning.