New Adventures - Poetically

Sunday, June 26, 2011


         In a Friday Poetry post, April Halprin Wayland showed a new poetry form called a trimeric.  Click on trimeric to see the post.  I thought it might be fun to capture parts of our trip with our grandson in a different way.  

                         I Watched My Grandson


      “We’re off to new adventures”, I shouted, and

     my husband and my grandson said,

     ‘We’re in!”

     So we flew to Florida, depositing ourselves on an island.

     My husband and my grandson said,

     “Let’s try out those new boogie boards.”

     Then, well-covered with sunscreen, we splashed and laughed ourselves silly.

     “We’re in!”  came the words for cruising Tarpon Bay.

     Amazing birds flew around us at sunset, while within our view

     swam dolphins and manatees.  It’s for precious moments

     that we flew to Florida, depositing ourselves on an island.

     I watched my grandson, already growing

     tall enough to meet my eye.