"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
Poetry Friday is with Rose Cappelli, HERE at her website, Imagine The Possibilities. She, too, shares a post connecting to grandchildren. Thanks for hosting, Rose!
Like other grandparents, I have shared a lot about my three grandchildren through the years, and feel blessed that I have them. My son and daughter-in-law's child, Carter, soon will be a college grad. My daughter and son-in-law's children are Ingrid, thirteen, and Imogene, eleven. And like others, I could go on and on about each one's lives that I've been lucky to be a part of.
This week, Ingrid shared a poem with me and I have her permission to share it. She attends a charter school of the arts in Denver, is now in eighth grade. Her major is Video Cinema Arts. Recently, her language arts class has been reading and writing poetry and she shared a few with me. Ingrid told me that this particular poem is called a "catalog" poem. I would add that she's also a pitcher on a softball team. She is a busy young woman with a passion for many things! Here's a pic of her this past summer on a league team, although now she's on a school team, still pitching!
Still To This Day
A poem by Ingrid Krahling ©
Still to this day I enjoy scooping the walk
Piercing frigid weather
A coat of flakes on the pavement
Grasping your shovel
Mittens on
Still to this day I take those hikes
Crisp air
Pine needles
The roots of the sagacious trees born before you
Delving into the dirt along the trail
Never wanting to look away
Still to this day I serve that ball
Lifting that Racket
Blinding sun
Desperate for hydration
Still to this day I board that lift
Purposely riding
Contemplating
The glacial bitter surroundings
And the same two sticks
Below the arch of my foot
Still to this day I go to the beach
Extensive ocean
Afraid of the fish
Saltwater swallowed
Hair frizzed and curled
Adjusting to the humid air
Still to this day, I bike as I did then
Sweat inside my helmet although I don’t take it off
My legs burned out, knowing that it’ll pay off
Still to this day
I am myself
