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The Song of the Overworked
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
We thought it would never appear.
We toiled and we moiled ‘til we thought we would drop.
When we saw it we gave out a cheer!
Now we know we can make it the whole way.
Our steps have new vigor and zeal.
We’ll skip and we’ll prance and we’ll sprint to the end.
We can outlast this wretched ordeal.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2014
The Channel Tunnel is a fascinating feat of human engineering. I love that cross-section that shows how deep it goes.
But my poem for today refused to be about this exact tunnel. First it wanted to be about earthworms and moles. Then I got the phrase "There's a light at the end of the tunnel" stuck inside my head. Maybe because it's been such a long week. Maybe because our state's "blessed event" is within sight at the end of this month. Maybe because I am starting to plan out my professional development and travel plans for the summer.
No matter what you're working your way through, this poem is for you -- I hope you can see the light at the end of your tunnel.
Kevin has a visual poem today.
Carol's found poems for the Taj Mahal yesterday are at Carol's Corner.
Kevin has a visual poem today.
Carol's found poems for the Taj Mahal yesterday are at Carol's Corner.
I went visual
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Kevin
I tried an arun today.
ReplyDeleteHave
tea, scones
in Folkestone
then climb aboard
fine ocean dragon
Plumb
Dover's
darkest depths
thirty minutes
emerge in Calais
Just
in time
baguettes, jam
cafe au lait,
French patisserie.
And a few revisions from another look this morning
ReplyDelete"Channel Tunnel"
Have
tea, scones
in Folkestone
then climb aboard
fine ocean dragon
Plumb
Dover's
darkest depths
Zoom
under
deep strait for
thirty minutes
emerge in Calais
Just
in time
Then
enjoy
baguettes and
cafe au lait,
French (a? in? French?) patisserie.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2014
NOTE: If I have my choice, I am a morning writer. Unfortunately, most of this week, I have been super busy at work haven't had my choice, instead, I've had to do the best I can, after some super long days. Yesterday I facilitated five 45-minute long grade level team meetings, then drove 45 minutes across town in traffic, talked with both sons about some poor choices, then came home and tried to write. This morning, I got up and thought, "YUCK!" The crossed out lines are my morning revisions.