Thursday, March 3, 2011

Poetry Bus /2/27-8/11 finished 3/3/11.

TFE found us these pictures, thanks Mr. Emergency Driver !
I managed ten lines on Sunday-could not get the rest to save a life.
Sooo things got deferred, until Thursday: last 4 eggs hatched.

A-peaching we will go, 
  A-peaching we will go,
  HiHo the dairy-o-

Well we tried, see?
to oblige, see-
but the dog went squirrelin'
and the donkey ran off to the brook !

We all had to get down
and drag them both back
up, up the dusty track-    
Then Uncle showed up with the camera
and the dinner bell rang-
Here we are like we started, few peaches rollen'
with baskets, all tumbled and bruised.


Totalfeckineejit said...

Glad you stuck at it Izzy, tis lovely, tells afine misty eyed rosy memory, easy and mellow and peaceful and paced and perfect!

Margaret said...

Love the "voice" in this. And love the last line... all tumbled and bruised. Lovely!

The Bug said...

I love this! I'm pretty sure that any outing involving boys, dogs and/or donkeys would end just the same way.

Scott M. Frey said...

makes me wanna go peach pickin'! fresh peaches are soooooooooo good!

Peter Goulding said...

This really takes the reader back to Huck Finn! Its like one of those blues songs that Woody Guthrie used to sing. Quite brilliant!