Thursday, January 17, 2013

World Travel

Del Viento about to sail under
Golden Gate Bridge
You know some of those ideas that just pop out of the middle of nowhere, and you don't know where they come from? That's how it was with this poem for me. It came up to me, shook my hand, and then I started writing.

World Travel

I fly away
I come back home
I meet you there
I meet alone

I learn new things
I read, I play
I take pictures
To hold the day

Time goes by
The seasons flee
And once again
I am free

I run there
I live there
And then I go

--ER

Frances protecting baby harbor seals near Half Moon Bay, California

My parents walking along the railway in Astoria
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2 comments:

Jana Cannon said...

Ellie belly! It's Auntie Banana! I LOVE your poem! I think you just might have some true talent! Two of my favorite poems are by Shel Silverstein called SMART and SICK. Check them out. Love you! I'm off to read more of your posts. It's my first time here, but I'll be back ! Keep writing;)

February 6, 2013 at 10:02 PM
Paul Valente said...

Hi Eleanor,

That is a wonderful poem! It really gives us a glimpse into what it is to be you as you live and travel on the boat.

Great job!

Love,
Uncle Paul

February 16, 2013 at 5:44 PM

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