In homage to those like Keats, Wordsworth and Shelley (and because my kids are all out of my house and off to the first day of school and I’m kind of bored and putting off my workout and other various and sundry chores), I have decided to write a poem.“An Ode to Summer” by Stacy Swiger O! glorious season of unencumbered trotters and limbs – How my soul thunders at your sweet smells and irradiated hours. Why, thou art bursting with vivid comestibles and waterlogged reverie! The waning of your days is forever married with my ebbing enthuse. What splendor dreamt by deities in sculpting your essence.
Well, that didn’t take nearly long enough, despite the constant thesaurus look-ups. Maybe I’ll go a little less formal with a haiku.“A Haiku Poem About Summer” by Stacy Swiger Bare… feet, legs, iCal Summer is wet, bright and free. Fall is too leafy. ******* “And Another” by Stacy Swiger Haiku. “Gesundheit” Must be the freshly mowed grass. Where’s the ice cream man? *******
I am always bummed that summer is essentially over for us when school starts, even though it is still August. But I can say that I am happy to get back to writing more regularly. And I know that the kids could certainly use some time apart from each other.
Just the other day, I listened from my office as I heard Kid E driving his siblings absolutely batty. He went from one to the next, just nudging and annoying them with his, “Play with me” and “Get this for me” and “Will someone wipe me?” Finally I heard that he was left alone in the upstairs hallway, as everyone else had retreated to their rooms for some much-needed alone time. Never to be discouraged, Kid E knocked on someone’s bedroom door.
“Who is it?”
(In his own, undisguised voice) “It is NOT me. He he he he he he he he.”
Whatever. It got them to open the door.
Happy First Day of School, my southern peeps. And to those of you that still get to go to the beaches and the pools and sleep in for a few weeks longer, I hope you appreciate how good you’ve got it. Enjoy your vivid comestibles and waterlogged reverie.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…