#NaPoWriMo – Grammar School

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My Grammar School from the 1984 Yearbook

Grammar School

On Reserve Road in West Seneca
New York sits a squat rectangle
Building behind a brick church
Where children gather to
Learn reading, writing
Arithmetic
Trinity
Christian
School

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our (optional) prompt for the day takes a leaf from Schuyler’s book, as it were, and asks you to write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three and a half blocks from the post office”), the types of trees or flowers, the color of the shirts on the people you remember there. Little details like this can really help the reader imagine not only the place, but its mood – and can take your poem to weird and wild places.

Good morning readers and welcome to day two of NaPoWriMo. Yesterday I was lamenting at the thought of being a kindergarten failure, so today I thought I’d share with you where I spent nine years of my youth. I attended Trinity Lutheran all the way k-8th grades. A few years back, I wrote about one of my classmates. Since we were a graduating class of eight students, we got to know everyone pretty well.

As you can see in my poem, the name of the school has changed; it works for the syllable count of a nonnet, but to me it will always be Trinity Lutheran school. It seems strange to realize I lived in the same house kindergarten through 8th and all the way until I was married a total of 18 years; I just now surpassed that amount of time as we moved into our current residence 20 years ago coming up next month. This has been an interesting trip down memory lane, but once again I need to be productive today. I will see you all again tomorrow.

#NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Twenty-eight

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Maid of the Mist Niagara Falls

Niagara Falls, NY

Hello! We enjoyed our trip to see Niagara Falls. The girls and I were adventurous and toured the Cave of the Winds. Okay, Mom didn’t make it all the way up the stairs to stand next to the falls. The girls were having fun experiencing the Falls up close. After that we went on the Maid of the Mist; I’m sending you a postcard of the boat. It’s a good thing they give you rain ponchos, because we all got wet. They bring the boat along side of Horseshoe Falls. It’s loud as the water thunders down into the river right by the boat. Our time in Buffalo is almost over be home soon.

NaPoWriMo Prompt – And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Following the suggestion of our craft resource, we challenge you today to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards? I’m particularly fond of this one.

Good Morning and welcome to day twenty-eight of #NaPoWriMo where we are suppose to write a postcard. Well since we will be going back to Buffalo this summer, a first for the whole family in over 6 years, I decided to write about our last trip to Niagara Falls. Gretchen is off to her Eng102 class this morning. They actually sent the students an email informing them classes are held as scheduled so the kids didn’t think the college professors were on walkout like their high school teachers. Gretchen thought, doh! But I thought it was a good idea if only because the kids have been sleeping in for the past two days; and teenagers, if they think they can sleep in and not have to go to school, they’ll take full advantage.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 8

Bouquet

Feeling Blue

Forlorn
Longing
Overcome
Weeping
Exorcises
Ruefulness

NaPoWriMo Prompt – It’s Friday, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor. Happy writing!

We have made it past the one week mark in April. Yesterday the drywall guy came and repaired the drywall. My writing nook is slowly returning to normal, but it’s not there yet. I am still sitting at my kitchen table. Shawn bought the bouquet in the picture in August 2014 when my mom passed away. Right now my table has no flowers. A couple years ago, Shawn brought home orange roses. Wow! It’s hard to believe it will be 20 years this October. As I asked yesterday, How did mom get old?