No Janet, I am an old man making snowshoes so he can climb up on the continental divide, sleep in a snow drift, write foolish songs, and have a moment.
Haha, Emily. My dad taught us that phrase and we used it often in our family, lo so many years ago. My mother was an unabashed, uncontrolled "spoonerist" and her spoonerisms became fodder for his instantaneous poems. I often wish we had preserved her spoonerisms and his ditties.
No Janet, I am an old man making snowshoes so he can climb up on the continental divide, sleep in a snow drift, write foolish songs, and have a moment.
Pat, you remind me of my father who would often say in fun, "I 'm a poet and I know it 'cause my feet are " Longfellows"
Haha, Emily. My dad taught us that phrase and we used it often in our family, lo so many years ago. My mother was an unabashed, uncontrolled "spoonerist" and her spoonerisms became fodder for his instantaneous poems. I often wish we had preserved her spoonerisms and his ditties.
Make sure those Longfellows don't get caught in the Frost 'miles to go.'
Or in the Hawthorn(e) tree.
Chuckle!!!
ItтАЩs that sneaky mullberry that hooks you. You gotta watch out for those weasels.
Surely, тАШbefore I sleep.тАЩ
Namaste
I miss Colorado. Most of the time. The rest of the time, I miss the PacNW, for similar reasons.
And he's got rhythm! Bing, rather than Ol' Blue Eyes.
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