Monday, September 23, 2013
The road back home....
Rebecca K:
Living just two miles
away -- fourteen years now -- still
feels foreign to me.
I am of the Loon
and Lady Slipper --
of lakes and farmland,
Spoonbridge and Cherry,
the moonlit Mississippi,
Lake Superior ...
I’m coming back soon.
I never really let go
of Minnesota.
away -- fourteen years now -- still
feels foreign to me.
I am of the Loon
and Lady Slipper --
of lakes and farmland,
Spoonbridge and Cherry,
the moonlit Mississippi,
Lake Superior ...
I’m coming back soon.
I never really let go
of Minnesota.
I really love the phrase "of the loon and the lady slipper..."
And the story in what Jill Scoggins wrote:
Crystal Beach summers
in the seventies. We sleep
to the Gulf waves' whooooosh.
Sand between my toes,
Buffett singing 'smell those shrimp'
on my car's 8-track.
In the beach house, shrimp
ARE boiling. Tex-Joy Crab Boil
spices fill the air.
I sit at water's
edge, waves washing away the
sand under my chair.
Friends shout, 'Come ride the
beach!' I'm the fifth bikini-
clad girl in the car.
We were young, smart, had
fun in the sun, seeing and
being seen by boys.
in the seventies. We sleep
to the Gulf waves' whooooosh.
Sand between my toes,
Buffett singing 'smell those shrimp'
on my car's 8-track.
In the beach house, shrimp
ARE boiling. Tex-Joy Crab Boil
spices fill the air.
I sit at water's
edge, waves washing away the
sand under my chair.
Friends shout, 'Come ride the
beach!' I'm the fifth bikini-
clad girl in the car.
We were young, smart, had
fun in the sun, seeing and
being seen by boys.
