About those tomatoes . . .

Oops.

In the last blog post

a photo of tomatoes on the vine

prompted the recall of

a long-ago poem.

I thought the first two lines were:

clothes on the line

tomatoes on the vine

BUT!

Today I remembered the correct version:

flowers on the vine

bermudas on the line

summer came and 

summer went and 

no one fed the swine.

++

Ho! 

Flowers!
Bermudas!

No tomatoes!

Brains are amazing storehouses . . .

xx

Tomatoes on the vine . . .

Yesterday I brought in these

unripened tomatoes

to save them from frost

but seeing them today

jolted me back to a poem

I wrote and published

(in a small journal)

over thirty years ago

I'm still looking for a copy of the poem

but here are the lines

I can remember so far:

clothes on the line

tomatoes on the vine

summer came and summer went

and no one fed the swine . . .

Well!

I didn't say it was a good poem.

xx

Still Got It

Purging bookshelves

I came across a keeper:

Honey, I Love and other love poems

by Eloise Greenfield

(HarperCollins, 1978)

In it is one of my favorite poems:

Things

Went to the corner

Walked in the store

Bought me some candy

Ain't got it no more

Ain't got it no more

Went to the beach

Played on the shore

Built me a sandhouse

Ain't got it no more

Ain't got it no more

Went to the kitchen

Lay down on the floor

Made me a poem

Still got it

Still got it

xx

The Basketball Poets, continued

More

Basketball Poets:

In previous years

there were more girls in this group

but now it seems the boys

are in the majority.

I liked this sign over the gym door:

The Basketball Poets

In honor of 

World Read Aloud Day

(today)

I had the privilege of making my annual visit

to the Basketball Poets

of Supply, NC.

The current group are middle schoolers

who combine reading and writing poetry

with playing basketball

!

I know, unusual, mm?

And very, very cool.

Here are a couple of the poets

reciting their poems:

(more pics of poets to come)

After they recited their poems

they moved out on the court.

I sure love this group.

Here is their coach and the founder of the Basketball Poets,

Marty Mentzer (at left):

That's me on the right.

What a day!