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.
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” 😁
😁 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...").
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.
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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We journeyed many dozens of feet!
Thank you for this delightful vision of childhood expeditions.
Thank you for commenting, Melanie! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem. :)
I read it to my kids (ages 11-18 and all scouts) at dinner last night and they all appreciated it very much.
Oh, wow! I have the biggest smile after reading this comment, Melanie. Thank you for sharing this with me. 🙏
What a lovely poem and story. It so captures childhood. Did the potatoes keep your feet warm?
Yes! The potatoes were effective foot warmers! 😂
"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!
Thank you, Ann! I’m glad you enjoyed it. :)