Friday, January 29, 2016
Haiku Friday: The House I Grew Up In
Some people grow up in many houses; others in only one. We all have memories, though, of those shelters. We shared them with brothers, sisters, sometimes cousins, parents, grandparents.
Let's haiku about that this week: The house you grew up in.
Here, I will go first:
I loved the milk chute
So long ago, that it was where
The milk was found: Joy!
Now it is your turn! Just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, and have some fun!
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It stood by Muse Road.
Who was she this Muse? Or He?
Who fed me with dreams?
The wind crooned to me
through my mother's willow &
White blossom'd Locust.
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Who was she this Muse? Or He?
Who fed me with dreams?
The wind crooned to me
through my mother's willow &
White blossom'd Locust.
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