Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
Times are quickly changing: The slower pace does fade.
Keeping up with needed speed;
While we ate our breakfast, we saw a little creature;
(With excessive corn today),
With a golf course near our home, but fence and woods between:
Quite commonly, some balls are lost,
Grandma found an injured finch, lying in her yard:
Unable then, to fly away;
I take whatever comes my way: I'm not good at returns.
In restaurants, I've crunched away,
Just to save some quarters, I take the laundry, wet:
And haul it outside early,
Many keys are on a ring; The use for five, I know.
The other keys are "decorative,"
On summer days, I weekly take, short trips to paradise.
Pleasantly, I walk along,