Around here we're still reveling in summer, with lots of time outdoors and very little talk about back-to-school. If day camp at the Y went year-round, the 8 year old would move there happily. What's not to like about days given over to canoeing, gimp-braiding, swimming, rock collecting, and goofing around? Even the counselors in this little slice of heaven start water-bottle fights. Ah, the good life.
My choice for Poetry Friday is by Naomi Shihab Nye. I'm going use the lines "What better blessing than to move without hurry/under trees?" as my motto for the next couple of weeks.
"Last August Hours Before the Year 2000"Spun silk of mercy,long-limbed afternoon,sun urging purple blossoms from baked stems.What better blessing than to move without hurryunder trees?
Kelly Herold rounds up the other Poetry Friday posts today at the blog Big A, little a.
photo by N.T.