I come from...
small town America, a wonderful mistake.
a child with a child, each raising the other.
a broken home, but raised by a tribe of strong women and tall men.
laughter, singing and bright color.
musicals and black and white movies.
yellow banana seat bikes and twirling batons.
hometown football games and picnic volleyball.
forever love and legacy.
too little and too much, but just right for me.
This is the first ever poem that I wrote. It was a mini assignment that Misty Mawn gave us for her new class that starts on Monday. It was so much fun to write. I really think I would like to write more poetry in this style. We will see what happens...
I am in class mode again. I am in FOUR classes! Two have started already(Big Dreams, Small Wonders and Unraveling)and two start on Monday; Stretching Within and Shifting Ground. (see the sidebar for the links.) There were about 5 more that I wanted to take, but I have my limitations :)
Is anyone taking any classes to start out the new year?