Miss Rumphius’ Poetry Stretch this week was to come up with a summer poem. I confess I don’t like summer, which is heresy here in Minnesota. But on one of my many chauffeuring trips yesterday, I came up with part of this, so here goes:
back of legs
row of tiny
bites on both my knees
souvenirs of summer:
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
I started with the stitches, since my younger daughter Maddie started off her summer by getting tangled up in Jack’s (that adorable, enthusiastic beagle we adopted) leash, having the fence gate hit her in the back, and falling down against the wooden fence. Apparently, a big sliver of wood came down with her, because she had a hole in her back! I got a phone call while I was at some job training on Dreamweaver and went racing home and to urgent care. An hour later, she had five stitches in her lower back. No trampoline or swimming for a week, and she’s completely bummed.
Yep. Summer’s here.
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