I'd like a beachy, tropical vacation. Maybe I'll take the kids to Galveston in a couple weeks when school is out. Not that it would be like anything in the picture - the Gulf is not that kind of beautiful. I'm curious to see what changes Ike made to the Island and what's recovered.Yes, I think a summer-time day trip to Galveston is definitely in order.
Do you remember this poem from your childhood? I loved it when I was little. It rang so true, and I remember loving how its words captured my feelings exactly. Poetry is awesome. Poetry ROCKS.
Bed in Summer, by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
I don't think I had that poem in my childhood. I had many others. Like:
ReplyDeleteI never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
My mom thinks poetry ROCKS too.
:o)