I asked my daughter for a poem for today - because she's the poet in the house. And she shared this one. It's a "Memory Poem" and it's taken from the day that my mother and I took Pippi into The City (that would be New York) to go to the American Girl Place.
The Train – A Memory Poem
One beautiful Mother’s Day morning
We were waiting at the train station
On the huge cement platform
Seeing the amazing emerald spring trees
Clutching my soft doll tightly
Hearing a screeching train whistle
Gaping at the ebony black train
Clambering on the snaky machine
Smelling the blue seats coffee-bean smell
Feeling the cushiony seats
Saying farewell to the station
Feeling the soft, low rumble of the train
The wheels turned
The train moved up the track
New York here we come!
The round-up this week is at a wrung sponge.