Inspiration Poem: Trying It Again
Thanks to my fellow Slicers and Ralph Fletcher for reminding me to use a mentor text and recreate it with my own words. Here’s my attempt:
The Good Old Days
Sometimes I remember
the good old days.
We traveled to Florida
to catch spring break’s rays.
The most fun I ever had
was sitting on the beach with Mom,
walking to the pier with Dad.
Sea shells collected, sand castles erected.
Needing that sunscreen and hat
so sun poisoning wouldn’t make you lay flat
on the bed; can’t go out, Oh drat!
Playing with sis in the pool after dark,
Going to Disney, can’t find anywhere to park!
Returned to the balcony, tired, just sat.
I still can’t imagine
anything better than that!