It’s been a long time since Dad wrote a poem.  He wrote one today in the herb garden at Lord Stirling Park.  I am so proud of him!

Father Daughter Collaboration

My Dad loves to rhyme….. He wrote constantly for as long as I can remember … until about a year ago.

Flight

Time to rhyme?

Could be so —

Juggling words

To make it so.

Tree leaves wiggle

From breezes so slight —

Birds chirp away,

Perched for flight

Is it bugs they seek,

To catch and eat,

Or the thrill of the flight

That they seek?

Dad  5/26/2011

It was a good day.

Still forcing myself to use the Ciao Copic Markers.

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