Thursday, July 31, 2014

Summer swing



 

They were giggling when I left them.
I had caught them being silly.
Two girls dangling on swings,
their legs high up in the air,
their hair hanging down.

Well, one was quite upside down
the other was flopped
with her belly in the swing
and trying hard to kick her leg up high.

And then they caught me catching them
and they fell laughing to the ground.
They were still giggling when I left them.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Housekeeping




I have decided to change the way I notify readers of my Walk to the river posts.

If you are interested in seeing them, you can ‘like’ the Facebook Walk to the river page. In addition, you will need to at least 'like' occasional Walk to the river posts to keep them coming into your feed. It’s the Facebook way.

You can also go directly to the Walk to the river blog at walktokaw.blogspot.com and add your email address to receive a notification of what will usually be a Thursday post.You can always unsubscribe.

Links to Walk to the river blog posts in my personal Facebook timeline feed will greatly diminish.

I encourage you to go directly to my blog, bookmark it, and return to browse the writings and photos. These are posts suited for a few minutes reflection now and then based on my own regular walk to the river. Perhaps your thoughts will also connect to your own walks in which you observe your surroundings and the people you encounter and ask yourself what it means. This is what I have done now for several years of walking and writing and taking photos.

I welcome a conversation – at least your comments. Not everything I write will interest you the way it interested me, but I hope that reading my words will encourage you to walk in the non-digital world and appreciate what you see a little more.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Cottin's Farmers Market




If you find a corner
at eye level with the produce
you’ll find more faces
you’ll find more movement
you’ll find yourself
with everything and nothing to do.

“I just got my hair cut,” a little girl said
tugging a lock.

Another girl shuffles by in sparkling gold slippers.

A cane stumped past.

The beer seller sat down.

Electric piano bounced under a blue tarp,
Ardys singing ‘Blue Sky.’

A boy in black buzzed head
and a shirt beyond the color of orange
dropped his True Value paper bag on the cement.
It sounded like nuts and bolts.

Two little girls walking eye to eye
looked seriously at each other.

A pair of Cordley chess players shook hands.

A woman in brown smiled again.

A boy in plaid pants ran off with the price tag,
while his mother took the watermelon.
The orange tootsie pop was in and out of his mouth.

The girl with the golden shoes
had little red ladybugs on the knees of her pants.

A woman in mauve cradled eggs and green peppers
in the crook of one arm

A man in an earth colored white T-shirt
and skinny tanned legs
strolled up to the beer seller.

Oh, it’s like this: a little person picking rocks
out of the cracks.
Oh, it was pink little shoes that she wore.

Oh, it’s all a mystery to me
except for the little that I see.

I took home some sweet corn
and green beans,

and a dozen peanut butter cookies
from the woman in brown.