We have been under a viral haze for about the past two weeks. My youngest lamblet got it first, passed it on to my oldest lamblet and to me. Luckily my older, more experience immune system has allowed me to continue in a more or less normal fashion. Grizzled has so far managed to circumvent it altogether. He's been saying he has to work late, but frankly, I think he's just avoiding the plague.
Today as my oldest lamblet was spending yet another day on *couch lock-down*, she did get some good news. Her poetry book arrived!
Last year certain grades in my daughter's school participated in the Pine Tree Press poetry contest. My daughter's class had to write a poem using as many prepositions as possible, but subject matter could be of their choosing. She was notified at the beginning of this school year that her poem was indeed one of the poems chosen and would be published with other student from around the country. All poems chosen would be published together and each participating school would get a copy for their library. Parents were allowed to order of a copy of their own which of course we did and that is what arrived today. I think the viral haze is lifting. :)
Here is her poem:
“Mr.
Opossum"
In
the meadow the fresh air shall billow,
Below
flowers will blossom,
Past
the oak and the willow,
Between
our feet we find Mr. Opossum,
Through
the shrubs he scurries off,
In
back of me,
Toward
a moth,
Without
a stop he again scurries off,
According
to me he has allergies,
In
addition to that he has a cough,
Let’s
pray he doesn’t have fleas!
-CL
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