Laura spent the night last night, and in front of a fire we wrote sports haiku and limericks. Here are the ones we captured.
Fat man eats his “dogs”
As he cheers for his Cubbies
He leaves the field sad.
Flies buzz in their ears
A hot Sunday afternoon
Energy is low.
6-2 home team wins
Team bows down to the pitcher
Joyous are the fans
Her son has just struck
Out and she cheers. “What?” she asks.
“It was a great pitch!”
“Am I the snack mom?”
My husband is the coach and
He didn’t tell me.
The crowd fell quiet.
He bit Evander’s ear off?
Tyson. Oh, Tyson.
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Big Dots and Little Dots surfaced during a week-long hiking trip in Utah. While scrambling up the sandstone to find another beautiful hieroglyph, life was broken down into a Big Dot or a Little Dot. (Think of an outline of the story of your life.) This is about the big things, but mostly the little. These inconsequentials bring texture to our lives.
