Weekend That Was by Kristina Woodhill Fruit flies That in my juice Choose to dunk Will get drunk Thirty days September Given Believin Dived-in Striven Lived-in Slept the other thirty half Oblivion No more Crimson Sweet 30 pound water melon Sharp chef's knife Splits Summer wide open Mouths follow Two unicyclers East of Gold Creek Eastern Oregon Huge green tires Flashing lights On green helmets Too zany to be real Sagebrush and junipers Do not know what to do With you Camouflage Pants Shirts Coats Hats Line of campers on a long uphill Deer claim this advantage Family farm Timber cut complete Doug fir Branches wave bye-bye Great piles of straight lengths Heavy sappy air Puny people Stand for photo ops Smile like counted half rings As if they had a hand In what made mighty trees grow 09/30/2013 Posted on 09/30/2013 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 10/01/13 at 12:28 AM Do we always feel as though we can control every thing including the growth of trees. I suspect this is your family gathering.?. Very nice write lady. Sorry to see the trees go but nothing is forever. Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/01/13 at 05:16 PM ... excellent! Posted by Linda Fuller on 10/02/13 at 02:34 AM I had a very similar thought to George's upon reaching the end of this poem. We really think we're some hot stuff. I really like "...Sharp chef's knife / Splits / Summer wide open..." Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/02/13 at 12:20 PM Maybe only 30 days in September but a whole year's worth of images here. A veritable smorgasbord to feast on! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)