I've been looking through some old journals lately, and I found some forgotten things. I am not a regular journaler, though I did manage to keep one for several years on a reasonably regular basis. I've thought on occasion that I'd like to get back to journaling, but I've been busy writing for this Website and doing other things. A good friend recently told me not to worry - that my journal was written in my children, the poems that come, this website.... How encouraging!
Among all my "poem wannabes" I found Imagination's Transportation. It began as I took morning walks while I lived in a small town. I could choose to walk left and I'd be in suburbia. Or, I could choose to walk right and I would be among cornfields, a bridge with a stream, and attractive old country homes. (Which way would you choose to walk?) I would scribble my observations on scraps of paper, then frequently go back to my porch with a cup of coffee later in the day and let it come together.
I had a hard time deciding where to put it - in The Poetry Corner or in Parent Poetry. As you can see, the latter place won out. I thought it would give you a glimpse of my kids and me - what kind of relationship we had, what we did on summer evenings since TV was very limited for them at their ages (11, 12, and 14).
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Summer wanderings near and far Am I on a Scottish highland, As I stand upon "my" bridge Questions start to come to mind: |
And, "What's there under the road Sometimes they walk with me at night We let imagination roam, To allow the mind to wander, |
I hope you enjoy my summer poetry section (maybe I'll even add to it sometime!) and your summer. It is a perfect time to get reacquainted with your children and enjoy some family time. Think of it as an investment for the future. - Barb