Ginger’s Poetry

Posted by mrssmythe on March 8, 2014 in Family, Poetry |

Friday morning, Ginger went trudging off into the snow to write a poem.

She had asked me the night before to make sure she got up at seven (an unusually early hour for Ginger), and I did, expecting her to fall right back to sleep after I woke her.

But she did not.

Instead, she donned her bathrobe, grabbed a notebook, and slipped out the front door.


She stayed out just long enough to greet the sun, write a poem, and net a few stares from passing motorists.


Here is the resulting work (exactly as it appears in Ginger’s notebook):

hevy piles of snow,
mud has dirtyed it to Brown,
my Back yard.

A very apt description.

From the dining room table, getting ready to eat popcorn and watch a documentary on the “Monuments Men” (with whom CPT America and I are currently obsessed),

Mrs. Smythe



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