Family, Poetry

Jungle Gym Jitters

  You reached the top… Scary drop Come on now, it’s easy! My stomach feels queasy. Would I ever lie? I’m too young to die! Are you a baby? Hmmm… maybe. There-down you glide!   … I hate the slide.

Poetry

Autumn Hygge

Up to my ankles Or just past my knees… Here we go walking Through the gold leaves.   *Special thanks to the artistic talents of Eva for the illustration