Getting Inspired (Nonet)

ballet view

Where do you get your inspiration?

Patterns, nature, a bright color,

Birds, words, a musical note!

Pen to paper scribbling

Thoughts and images

Formulating

Your vision

For the

World.

Breakfast (Acrostic)

cinnamon roll coffee

Basking in the aroma of fresh baked cinnamon
Rolls and coffee, I sighed deeply for it was
Early morning.  Scanning through
Another section of the newspaper, I can hear the
Kids slurping down the remains of their
Fruit-flavored cereal as I start to
Assemble their lunches. Once complete I rush to
Send everyone out the front door
Throwing kisses and backpacks to hurry-scurry kids.

Fish’n

sea cucumber

Setting out to catch some fish
I needed something for the main dish.
I outfitted my line with the latest rig
hoping to catch something rather big.

A nice fat salmon from the lake,
was what I wanted to take
for dinner tonight would be a fryin’
and the hosts’ tale wouldn’t be lyin’.

As my mind began to wander,
on delightful foods to ponder,
I felt a bite on my line
Oh yes, that salmon will be mine.

I tugged and pulled every which way
muttering aloud for it to sway
till finally, the sea let go of its treasure
how big was this fish, I would measure.

My line burst from the water, up toward the sky
my stomach lurched and I felt like I was gonna die
as I gave my prize a long hard look
’twas not a salmon on my hook!

Staring hard at this ugly mound
I could not bring this homeward bound.
For what I snagged from its aquatic slumber
was but an ugly sea cucumber!

The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day By Lydia Maria Child

sleighride(this is by far one of my most favorite poems)

Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house away!
We would not stop
For doll or top,
For ‘t is Thanksgiving day.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes,
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
With a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark,
And children hark,
As we go jingling by.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play —
Hear the bells ring
Ting a ling ding,
Hurra for Thanksgiving day!

Over the river, and through the wood —
No matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get
The sleigh upset,
Into a bank of snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all,
And play snow-ball,
And stay as long as we can.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound,
For ‘t is Thanksgiving day!

Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate;
We seem to go
Extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Old Jowler hears our bells;
He shakes his pow,
With a loud bow wow,
And thus the news he tells.

Over the river, and through the wood —
When grandmother sees us come,
She will say, Oh dear,
The children are here,
Bring a pie for every one.

Over the river, and through the wood —
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurra for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurra for the pumpkin pie!