Yesterday, I watched my
granddaughter Julia as she looked out the side door at two gray squirrels
scampering along the old rock wall that serves as the boundary line between our
“new” property and the property of our next door neighbors. It’s fun for me to
look at a familiar scene like squirrels skittering around through the eyes of little
Julia who gets so excited about such things. I enjoy listening
to her excited noises when she gets wrapped up in the wonder of things that are
new to her young eyes.
Today, I’m sharing an animal mask poem. In it, I tried to capture
the voice of a squirrel busy scavenging for food in autumn.
BUSYBODY
By Elaine MagliaroI’m a hurrier
scurrier
scamperer
scavenger
searching for acorns
and maple tree seeds
stashing them now
for my wintertime needs.
It’s autumn…
I’m busy.I’ve much work to do.
So sorry I can’t stop
To visit with you.
Must hurry,
Must scurry…Can’t chatter today.
I’m busy…too busy
Must be on my way.
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Here are some pictures of Julia enjoying her first tastes of
her Grampy’s yummy homemade lasagna:
Here is a picture that I took of Julia at her first birthday party
in August:
Marjorie has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Paper Tigers this
week.
4 comments:
Adorable! What shockingly beautiful eyes she has. I love your squirrel poem too. There is just something about squirrels I never get tired of watching, even when they are stealing from my birdfeeders. Hooray for the delight of the young, that focuses our attention on such things in a new way.
What an excellent squirrel poem. Great rhythm and rhyme.
Your Julia is beautiful. Enjoy.
Thanks for the great pictures.
You must realize that Julia takes precedence even over your fine poem, Elaine! She is so beautiful! Granddaughters are very special! But, I do love what you do with those mask poems, just capture the animals so well. I like the way that first verse sounds a lot.
Oh, what gorgeous photographs,Elaine. And so sweet to see how she has grown in the spaces between the photographs. My older son is 14 today and his 1st birthday seems such a distant memory...
I love your poem too. Squirrels and autumn are just perfect together.
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