I'm at the All Write conference in Warsaw, Indiana.
I sort of lost track of time and forgot it was Friday.
But Ralph Fletcher saved me.
At Ralph's session on mentor texts, he invited us to use the first two lines and the last two lines of his poem, "The Good Old Days" to write our own poem.
Here's my quick-write:
THE GOOD OLD DAYS
Sometimes I remember
The good old days
Getting my bike out of the little building
In the cool of the early morning
Snatching the ripest cherry tomateos from the vines
Before I headed to swim practice
Biking on the gravelly streets
Squinting into the sun
Throwing my towel on the still-wet grass by the pool
And diving into the shockingly cold water
Windmilling my arms to the end of the pool and back
Again and again until I was exhausted
I can't imagine
Anything better than that.
Amy at The Poem Farm has the Poetry Friday roundup this week, but I can't seem to link to her yet. Use the schedule in the sidebar to find her.
Oh, and speaking of the schedule, there are three spots open on the July-December PF Roundup schedule. If you want one of those three spots, leave a comment here.