The travel theme this week is the word “cream.” From whipped cream to creamy feathers to the “walking stick” insect on the creamy baseball cap to the cream-colored clay that depicts a Huichol birth scene, the mosaic of photos below attempt to meet the theme.
Please click on first photo to enlarge all.
Night Chorus
Village dogs out in the dark—
first they howl, and then they bark.
A filling moon spills from a cloud.
That’s when the dogs become so loud.
Each of my dogs is in his bed,
though they’d rather be outside instead.
My dogs and I silent and still
as outside voices speak their will.
The little burro brays consent.
Wind in the palms nodding assent.
I have my qualms about leaving Morrie and Diego out all night to converse with the neighbors. I spoil all their fun!!!
With my sister Patti, 1953, setting out for that big journey across the street for my first day in the first grade.
First Day of School
In our house, a pencil sharpener fastened to a shelf
with a little handle I could turn myself.
All the curls of wood and lead safely caught within,
as I gave the pencil sharpener one more little spin.
Five newly sharpened pencils, clutched tight in my hand,
then bound into a secure bunch with a rubber band.
Dropped into my school bag with eraser, tablet, ruler.
Everything unused and clean. Nothing could be cooler.
The school warning bell rings out as my saddle shoe––
crisp black and white, unblemished, for it’s stiffly new––
makes its first step out my door to cross across the street
and with other six-year-olds, to find my proper seat.
Lynnie, Henrietta, Sheila, Diane, Sharon.
Clevie, Meridee and I, Rita, Linda, Karen.
Lyle, Keith, Clinton, Jeff, Georgie, Jimmie, Billie––
come from all directions, running willie-nillie
to get to school before the bell sounds its final peal.
All those years of playing school finally here for real.
We stand in lines inside the room as she calls our names.
No more days of playing random childhood games.
Reading and arithmetic, that little cardboard store
where we learned to count out change, make shopping lists and more.
Spelldowns standing up in front, facing towards the class.
Your hand up when you had to ask for the bathroom pass.
Marching all around the room singing “Charming Billy.”
Can he bake a cherry pie? Those lyrics were so silly.
Then we stomped and pointed–our volume without match
as we sent the boys out yonder to the paw paw patch.
Are you too young to remember? Or is it that you’re old,
your remembrances supplanted, your memories grown cold?
Do you not recall the ink wells and chalk erasers?
The recess bell, the sandbox, the swingers and the chasers?
The teeter-totters creaking and the merry-go-round?
Every playground adventure? That cacophonous sound
of shouts and jeers and teasings, the tether ball and slide.
All the joyous sounds before we were called inside
to spend time with Alice and Jerry, and with “Run, Spot, run,”
reading words over and over before the day was done?
They swirled around in all our brains––phonics, words and numbers
stirred our active childhood minds from their former slumbers.
It was so many years ago that we set out that day
upon a road that later would carry us away
from that square white building with its tower and tolling bell
that for the first eight years of school we would mind so well.
Streaming in from all the sides of our little town––
brilliant students, dunces, class bully and class clown.
It was a collaboration that ultimately made
eighteen little boys and girls ready for second grade!
The prompt was collaboration.
There are two faces in my first grade photo that I have no memory of. They left before second grade. I am the little blonde girl in the middle of the second row. If anyone remembers the little girl next to me or the little boy next to her, (two years after writing this post, I chanced to come upon it and the name Danny Boe came to mind for this little boy. Does anyone know if that is correct?) please let me know if you know the name of either of them and I’ll add him to the roster. In second grade, they were replaced by two newcomers, Clifford Leading Cloud and Judy Toni. Eleven of us in this photo completed all 12 years of school together. Our first grade teacher was Mrs. Sandy. Her husband, Pink Sandy, taught generations of Murdo kids how to swim in Johansen’s stock dam!
Looks like a little bougainvillea parade. The white guys are the actual flowers. The red petals are the leaves. Bet you knew that!
See Cee’s gorgeous waterlily HERE.
Hospitality House
The housesitter I met was really a dear
but the friend she invited was not, so I hear
from the neighbors awakened by shouting at three
who related the details later to me.
The spare dog left over when they departed
was sweet but destructive. He barked and he farted.
He fell off my roof and he swims in my pool,
so I gated the roof for I am no one’s fool.
Built pool steps so he could exit with ease,
but I’m also allergic so I cough and I sneeze.
Three dogs were too much so I built them a room,
replaced all the chewed up books, beds and broom.
She broke my best dish and her guy was a louse,
so though dogs are welcome here in my house,
humans are on trial. If their actions are needless,
no more invitations go out to the heedless!
To be fair, this poem is an amalgam of several different housesitters, and I’ve had some good ones as well, so don’t be insulted if you were one of the good’uns!!!
The prompt was “hospitality.”
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The flowers of this tree are stunning, but the leaves themselves are gorgeous as well.
Final Curtain
Do not rest on your laurels. Do not dilly-dally,
for you never know what action will end up as your finale.
The prompt today was “final.”
Crown of Thorns: Click on first image to enlarge both, please:
This color would look beautiful in a bouquet with Cee’s grape hyacinths!
In curlicues or more or less straight, these lines seem unsure of where exactly they are going, but predictability is rarely art and both are rather intriguing! Which way? Wherever their creator decided they should go.
https://ceenphotography.com/2017/05/12/cees-which-way-photo-challenge-may-12-2017/
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