Yes! I can't wait to read it!
Hi, Jason. Here is my response poem:
Children of the Sixties (puente)
Trix for breakfast, hurray!
Silly Daddy, Trix are for kids.
Careless screen door slap.
Where to go, what to do?
Boulder the size of Mount Everest
needs climbing.
Creepy house in the woods
needs investigating.
Abandoned logging road
needs exploring.
We clamber up the embankment,
skinned knees be damned.
Today is the day
we walk all the way to Canada.
~ Dare I say idyllic childhood? ~
Cowered in fear
when planes flew overhead.
when churches were set ablaze.
Watched the world weep
when a president was assassinated.
when his brother was assassinated.
when a minister was assassinated.
For the love of God, turn off that television.
The children don't need to see this.
Watched Daddy weep
when his seminarian friend was assassinated.
undefined subscriptions will be displayed on your profile (edit)
Skip for now
For your security, we need to re-authenticate you.
Click the link we sent to , or click here to sign in.
Yes! I can't wait to read it!
Hi, Jason. Here is my response poem:
Children of the Sixties (puente)
Trix for breakfast, hurray!
Silly Daddy, Trix are for kids.
Careless screen door slap.
Where to go, what to do?
Boulder the size of Mount Everest
needs climbing.
Creepy house in the woods
needs investigating.
Abandoned logging road
needs exploring.
We clamber up the embankment,
skinned knees be damned.
Today is the day
we walk all the way to Canada.
~ Dare I say idyllic childhood? ~
Cowered in fear
when planes flew overhead.
Cowered in fear
when churches were set ablaze.
Watched the world weep
when a president was assassinated.
Watched the world weep
when his brother was assassinated.
Watched the world weep
when a minister was assassinated.
For the love of God, turn off that television.
The children don't need to see this.
Watched Daddy weep
when his seminarian friend was assassinated.