Welcome, and happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) I’m so happy you’ve dropped by. Whether you’re a regular participant in the Poetry Friday world, or you ended up here from a search or a link, please know that we’re a welcoming community! Read, comment, think, share, and enjoy!
Here’s something free for you, teacher friends. I know it’s last-minute, but tomorrow morning, I’ll be doing a virtual field trip session around my picture book Water Can Be… You can learn more and register here. Hope to see you there!
This month, my poetry sisters and I wrote breakfast poems inspired by historic photos. I don’t know if they met up to chat online. With my unexpected visit to Florida to help with Dad’s health crisis, I am so off schedule and off-kilter!
My husband, Randy, often shows me photos from a Facebook account called Historic Photographs. I love getting tiny tastes of history through the images there.
They shared this picture recently. I searched for the original photo, but couldn’t find where it first appeared or to whom to credit it. But boy, did it spark memories for me. Scalding the back of my legs when I sat on a metal slide in August in Florida. Hours spent at Phelps Park, especially on the curly slide.
Lots of people commenting on this photo in one place it appeared talked about the good old days before safety regulations ruined everything, etc. I hear people talking about the good old days a lot. Looking at this photo, I think it’s a wonder we grow up at all!
Anyway, here’s my skinny poem about the good old days, which were only good, as always, for privileged segments of the population.
You can see all my poems for this month here.
And here are links, once I have them, to the rest of the group. And now that I’m back home, I’ll be making the Poetry Friday rounds. I missed you guys!
And for lots of wonderful poetry, don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup with the awesome Heidi Mordhorst!