In honor of my upcoming guest, poet Diane Mayr, I thought I'd share this holiday poem with you:
Thanksgiving Game
By Linda Crotta Brennan
Whap! He whales the whiffle ball into the neighbor’s bushes
And runs wrong-way round invisible bases.
His thin body, stretched by a recent growth spurt
Can’t contain the life in his swinging arms and pumping legs.
Just before first base, he swerves,
Pouncing on the lounging golden retriever.
Boy and dog wriggle, wrestle, roll in the grass,
Then the boy pops up and continues his counterclockwise circuit.
Home run!
Diane Mayr will be stopping by on December 1, when she'll be talking about her online poetry collection: Kids of the Homefront Army: Poems of World War II, http://homefrontarmy.blogspot.com/.
4 comments:
Boy and dog wriggle, wrestle, roll in the grass
What a happy, exuberant, passage from a lovely little slice of life.
Thanks for inviting me to be interviewed next Thursday. I'll be there will bells on!
Love Thanksgiving Game poem. Especially like the alliteration with w words. Nice touch. Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving with your family, Linda.
Lovely, lovely poem, Linda. I had a YouTube video of the event playing in my head while reading it. Wonderful!
Thanks all!
We did have a marvelous Thanksgiving. Hope you did, too!
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