Als ich wisse das Morgen der Erde enden wuerde, immernoch wurd ich mein Apfelbaum pflanzen.

Even if I knew the world would perish tomorrow, I would still plant my apple tree. - Martin Luther

"Factory work's easier on the back, and I don't mind it, understand, but a man becomes what he does. Got to watch that. That's why I keep at farmin' although the crops haven't ever throve. It's the doin' that's important." Madison Wheeler in Blue Highways by William Least Heat Moon

Thursday, May 17, 2012

16 days... but who's counting?


 The big reading tests are behind my students.  Now we get to read and write poems!  Joy!  Their homework tonight was to write a poem.  Here's mine....

An Ode to Flip Flops
Even the word is onomatopoeic
Smack as they cross
sticky tar - could fry an egg - pavement
Freeness of feet unbound by buckles
By laces, by grommets, by ties
Free to slip out at any moment
to run on the morning dew wet grass .
Beach, creek, pool
Snipping basil forgotten when plucking tomatoes
Off in the car, off in the house
Repeating, repeating with every step
School’s out, school’s out, school’s out.
Go here for a great article on how these awesome shoes are actually dangerous.  

 I'm going to throw caution to the wind and keep wearing them!

 P.S.  This poem is dedicated to Bridget - cousin extraordinaire and flip flop diva.
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2 comments:

  1. You Can Call Me JaneMay 17, 2012 at 1:52 PM

    I love my flip flops like crazy but don't write poems in honor of them. I sure hope my flip flops don't talk to your flip flops. They might want to live on your feet instead.

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  2. Ayrie JoyceMay 18, 2012 at 8:08 PM

    Just read the poem to them. They won't mind that you didn't write it! They'll feel loved anyhow.

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