Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Spontaneous Tradition



We have this “spontaneous tradition,”
(To speak of it smacks of sedition)
We take some unplanned day,
Throw most rules away,
And out comes this year’s rendition.


The first year we biked 15 miles,
That’s one lap around Kelley’s Isle.
We were relaxed this time,
A mile per granddad’s chime,
But we didn’t cut corners on smiles.


Kids love climbing on those big rocks,
Down by those rough hewn old docks,
They found a very big snake
That wrangled back to the lake.
I prefer animals with legs that can walk!



We stopped by for some great ice cream and –
Some time in the surf and the sand.
I had better not gloat,
But we always make that last boat,
Back home to Ohio’s main land.

And, of course, it is a good thing that I didn't have to drive across that water because those three ounces of gasoline would not have been enough to make it.

Phew.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Bouncing Back


Gladys had not been feeling too keen,
after bouncing on her small trampoline.
But now we all give a sigh, she bounces 30 feet high.
Just please Lord take care of that spleen.

Don't you wish that you knew what you know.
Back then - those "short" years ago.
Kids don't miss one beat, they jump back on both feet,
like watching Larry, Curly, and Moe!

I seem to have gotten off track,
you'd think I had some stroke or attack.
When I can't help but be terse,
I find relief in some verse.
Perhaps it will help me bounce back.