LIFE IS FULL OF DRIZZLY DAYS
"I do not mind getting my pants wet," my son said,
As he slid down the slide.
It was damp - the first day of Autumn.
"Higher and higher," he
urged on the tire swing.
I did as he commanded.
Little boys (as
well as little girls) are not to be dismayed
By not perfect conditions: Life is full of them.
I can get too comfortable in my house
With an overcast sky, crisp outside.
The couch is too inviting.
It has not stopped raining.
Someone, though, has forgotten to tell my son.
He has reminded me again: Life is
full of drizzly days.
And the unexpected:
The bald eagle I had never seen before
Heading for Hawk Rock.
The magnificent sunset that caught me by surprise
In a place I did not expect to be,
For my mind and body were tired.
The ruby-throated hummingbird
invaded my backyard in the rain.
Yes, life is full of drizzly days.
four year old boys who teach their fathers
What they have lost in the quest for wisdom.
WILL THE NEXT TOAD LIVE?
All I could think
After viewing our toad
Who is living under our bathtub
And likes to sit on a wet cloth--
is getting real fat
And if he continues
Under the bathtub
And it will smell so badly under there
That no one in our house
want to take a bath
And then the whole house will smell
Because we will smell
Then we will finally have to renovate
And replace that bathtub
With a modern one without legs
And where will the next toad live?