My seeds are flying.

Windy forces lift them high

to find fertile ground.

Sheilds and swords protect

in battle and hunting games.

Minds must find their own.

my two boys won art awards in a county-wide annual scholarship contest this weekend, you have seen some versions of their work,  another of the lake in snow won 1st place for all high schools in the county, it took time and effort and attention to help them pursue their goals, what a return!

Sunday 160: Creektrash

Homeless mattress

two tire swings

strange glass bong

a Mexican Pepsi can

recycled,

styrofoam saved from ocean gyre

sludge-filled baby bottle

a gnome

re-gardened.




(My 3 teen boys participated in an annual community cleanup day, with the Boy Scout troop and the rest of the town.  This swing-set was still here, 4 years after our first cleanup day!  A bit of found poetry and found humanity.)

This is a flash non-fiction prose poem, written in exactly 160 characters, spaces included.  To meet the challenge hosted by Monkey Man, post on Sunday and let him know HERE

California Winter

Bright winter sunlight
Bounces outside the window
Boys with pogo sticks

Haiku

Adore Your Son
born Christmas morn with song and
teardrops for my own