She was waiting for /
her Prince Charming, but he was/
slogging through the marsh.
Posts Tagged ‘marsh’
Charming Marsh Prince: Romantic IMprov Haiku
May 15, 2016Multi-Sensory I-15 Topless Evening Drive: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
August 21, 2014Top down, I smell
skunk,
swamp gas,
fresh-mown hay,
manure,
meatpacking plants,
PIZZA!,
peach orchards with over-ripe fruit,
pine,
diesel,
desert dust,
rain showers,
the lake,
a steakhouse,
and barbecue.
It’s a multi-sensory I-15 drive.
At My Dad And Mom’s House: Revolutionary Blogging Prose
May 7, 2014If you visit my dad and mom’s lakefront house on the west shore of Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin, in the summer, you’ll find:
1 large fishing/water-skiing/tubeing boat
2 canoes (3 if you want to borrow my aunt’s)

Sailing at sunset with purple martin

Frog pond and woods
1 sailboat
1 rowboat
1 skiff
2 piers
1 big lake out the front door
several swimming noodles
several life jackets
several paddle boards
3 frog ponds
1 goldfish pond
1 swing
1 hammock
2 slide/swing set (next door)
1 fire pit
2 dirt piles
1 over-grown back yard
1 nearby slow moving river
1 nearby marsh
several nearby woods
several Indian/archeological mounds nearby
Uno cards
cribbage boards
several other games
a player piano
a kitchen
a grandma who will teach you to make taffy, peanut brittle, caramel corn, carrot cake, and pies
a garden
stacks of wood with critters in them
2 butterfly nets
2 frog and fish-catching nets
2 benches overlooking the lake
sunsets
clear skies
stars at night
fireflies
tons of bugs
a grandpa who can tell you about every plant, bug, bird and animal around
2 soccer balls
2 kickballs
beachballs
binoculars
magnifying glasses
mud
world-class airshows and aircraft museums nearby
cheese factories nearby
potato salad at Piggly Wiggly
Friday night fish frys
old steel toys
hotdog and bratwurst sticks
s’more ingredients
watermelons floating in the fresh spring pond
a garden with fresh tomatoes for BLTs
fresh, organic watercress (superfood!) for smoothies and cheese/watercress sandwiches
water skis
innertubes
rubber rafts
extra swimsuits and towels
rocks to turn over
a sandbox
vintage aircraft flying overhead
buckets and shovels
aunts, uncles, cousins and friends who will play and do things with you
quiet country roads and woodland paths.
Don’t ask: “Where are the video games?”
———–
My little brother “Ping” (Gene Jr.) thought of some more:
Duck calls & decoys
A rafter to hang your deer from
4 filet knives
Wild flowers
Owls hooting at night
Fireworks seen and felt by boat
Eager fishing poles waiting to be used
Alarm clocks with alarms set well before first light
Wild grapes
Tadpoles
Turtle logs
Mud minnows at the ready
Smell of fish in the freezer
Salmon lures just about everywhere
Martin houses
Purple Martins singing & feeding their young
Starlings sworn at & falling from the sky
House that is paid for
Ice fishing equipment
Carp bows & arrows at the ready
Cast iron skillet waiting to sizzle & fill the air with the aroma of bacon, onions, & potatoes from an open fire
Allenville sweet corn dripping with butter
Mosquitos
Volleyball time
CURDS!!! I forgot to mention squeaky curds!
And Held’s summer sausage!!!
Red wing black birds
4th of July parties & parade
Fish boils on New Years
Thunder storms advancing
Hail falling
Wind blowing
Waves crashing
Mom laughing
Dad smiling
Both of them dreaming
Both of them making their dreams come true
Holding hands
Loving their children…and their children’s children… and their children’s children’s children
Both of them hugging
Both of them loving each other … always.
And Dad (Gene Sr.) said:
Did anyone mention the snow, cross country skiing and skating and igloo building but I guess this could go on forever…
(I commented that this was supposed to be a summer list … otherwise it COULD go on forever!
Northbound 5:20 p.m. RR Pluses And Minuses: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
March 11, 2014The wheels clack and moan./
The coaches bend and sway./
The rails sing along/
to the song of the railway.
You glimpse into hidden back yards;/
junk noone wants you to see./
Ripped apart trash and old cars./
Back-porch sitters, lonely.
Then scenery opens to your view/
that noone else appreciates./
Beaches, marshes, prairies too./
Mountain vistas, sunset lakes.
A new perspective is yours to gain,
to ponder and enjoy when you ride the train.
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