From there, my pen and paper chased after her brainstorm trying to capture the dust as it fell down behind her. Here's some of the advice my paper caught:
Do cartwheels in the open grass.Ford rivers often. It gets your feet nice and icy cold.
Eat purple plants.
Look straight at the sun with your eyes clamped shut.
Dig around in the dirt.
Let your hair blow all over the place.
Appreciate the privilege it is to live here.
2 comments:
This is genuine poetry, as I'm sure you know. I especially like "Look straight at the sun with your eyes clamped shut."
Aw, thanks. Naomi has recently had her interest in poetry piqued so I wasn't too surprised by the way she arranged her words.
The eyes clamped shut was my favorite too.
By contrast, McK read that sentence and involuntary recoiled with: "YIKES! Retinal damage!"
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