Showing posts with label Grandmas Goulash fishing sunset oar stranded Japan parosol baby rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandmas Goulash fishing sunset oar stranded Japan parosol baby rain. Show all posts

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Dropped Catch!


GRANDMA'S GOULASH
asks us for a VERY short story

DROPPED CATCH!

Off to catch fish in a sea of gold,
Boy finds the oar hard to hold!
Drops it in the water! It floats away!
I can't hear what Dad had to say!
(140 characters)
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                                                                                    Helen Hyde

A DELICATE TOUCH

In this world of bold and brash,
Zoom and clatter, boom and crash,
It's nice when something makes us pause,
And view a life, not without flaws,
But delicate and full of whimsy,
Pastel painted, frail and flimsy.
This lady in the pouring rain,
With her little girl in train,
Under a parasol of pink,
Makes us stop a while and think.
Great big puddles, wooden shoes,
May not be what we would choose.
But would she want our frenzied life,
Instant news of distant strife,
Constant doing, going, coming,
Traffic ever roaring, humming?
No, she'd rather click her way
Through a damp and dismal day,
Holding baby safe and dry
And, maybe, crooning a lullaby.
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