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Margaret Ann Silver's avatar

😁 I love the grave tone of this charming poem ("and at the chosen hour

we journeyed many dozens of feet'; "So, after a brief and hungry silence...").

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Adam Lombard's avatar

Thank you, Margaret! Even as a child I was prone to speaking gravely (like, ‘prone to speaking gravely’ is definitely something I would have said as a nine year old), and it cracks me up now to think back on it, so I’m glad you like the tone.

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Margaret Ann Silver's avatar

I was somewhat prone to speaking gravely too, but I had a hard time pronouncing the words that I only read in old books, so my gravity was offset by, say, pronouncing “boast” as “BO-ast” 😁

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Adam Lombard's avatar

🤣

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Melanie Bettinelli's avatar

We journeyed many dozens of feet!

Thank you for this delightful vision of childhood expeditions.

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Adam Lombard's avatar

Thank you for commenting, Melanie! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem. :)

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Melanie Bettinelli's avatar

I read it to my kids (ages 11-18 and all scouts) at dinner last night and they all appreciated it very much.

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Adam Lombard's avatar

Oh, wow! I have the biggest smile after reading this comment, Melanie. Thank you for sharing this with me. 🙏

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LeeAnn Pickrell's avatar

What a lovely poem and story. It so captures childhood. Did the potatoes keep your feet warm?

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Adam Lombard's avatar

Yes! The potatoes were effective foot warmers! 😂

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Ann Collins's avatar

"In the night our tarp collapsed

so gently we never noticed

and we woke to a crystalline dawn"

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The deep sleep of happy children, backyard adventures...pancakes. What a beautiful time capsule!

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Adam Lombard's avatar

Thank you, Ann! I’m glad you enjoyed it. :)

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