The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the trap.
This morning in the backyard we finished building the four by sixteen box we're going to use for our vegetables, along with the three by eight box for our herbs. This afternoon we ran a couple of errands, which included picking up a truckload of soil for the boxes.
The truck could only carry enough to fill the vegetable box - any more and I think something would have exploded - but that was plenty enough for one day. The guy at the garden center had a front loader, so he filled the truck in like five minutes.
I had a shovel and a wheelbarrow, so getting it off the truck took over two hours. I am sore and tired now.
Mine:
I meant to catch a mouse
With that tasty cheese.
Instead I caught my son -
He asked for more, please.
4 comments:
Wow, that's a lot of soil! I guess you'll be asking Kat for a front-loader for your birthday this year then? ;-) Since it sounds like you've got to make a second trip to fill the smaller box still....
I love the little poem today, it brought a smile to my face.
the trap
A light two-wheeled carriage with springs,
Carries me about each and every day,
In there I have interesting things,
To make sure that I get my way.
The walls are narrowing
Still, you waltz inside
Bells and whistles dance for you
Until you love the lie
Greg - a front loader is a fine birthday idea. I shall pass that on to Kat :)
Nicely done with the alternative definition of a trap. I'm intrigued by your narrator, I must admit.
Mystic - you've got a wonderful rhythm to your poem! I could read it over and over :)
Welcome to the blog, by the way. I hope to see more of your writing here!
Thanks Marc :)
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