Pack It Up

Day 329

  • The car got a once-over by the Honda guys.
  • The suitcase is (almost completely) packed.
  • The cooler and snack box are packed.
  • The iTunes and audiobooks and podcasts are loaded.
  • The Garmin has a new voice.
  • I have my passport.
  • The car is washed.
  • I have cash for tolls.
  • I have hostess gifts.
  • The cat-sitter is lined up.
  • I need ice, breakfast, and coffee in the morning.

T minus twelve hours and counting.

One of my absolute favorite poems:

Travel ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away, 
And the day is loud with voices speaking, 
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day 
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by, 
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, 
But I see its cinders red on the sky, 
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make, 
And better friends I’ll not be knowing; 
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, 
No matter where it’s going. 


Poetry Speaks to Children

Day 258

April is National Poetry Month.  This produces several reactions, depending upon which grade the students are in.

5th graders (mental reaction):  Groan . . . she’s going to make us write poetry. [Not true; I made them illustrate poetry.]

Kindergartener (after I asked what poetry is):  “I think it is a tree.”