Ode to Spring Break

Oh, Spring Break, that hope you bring, arriving in the nick of time.

Permissions granted, reserving critique, for closet cleaning and Tea Cup rides.


As for me and mine, we will relax in chairs, eating delicacies from the sea. 

Unwinding, unplugging, and all the other 'un-ings' yet to be revealed unto thee.


So thank you, Old Pal, for what you provide, replenishing our bodies and brains.  

You'll pass through too quickly, as you always do, but leaving behind your grace.

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  1. Thinking Made VisibleMarch 13, 2021 at 3:14 PM

    Your clever, playful poem made me smile. Enjoy your seafood dinner with your family. I'm particularly fond of the line where you write, "replenishing our bodies and brains". Happy Saturday, D.

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  2. MMarch 13, 2021 at 8:14 PM

    Beautiful and poignant. You've captured our shared "Old Pal" perfectly.

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