Autumn's Harvest Blog Hop

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 Grand Prize Winners:

Kindle Fire Winner:

Tina B.

$50 Amazon Gift Card:

Sarah L.

Swag Pack:
Lynn Cahoon

 

                                                e-book copy of The Whisper of Time:
                                                                        Cass 

                              A big thanks to everyone who stopped by and hopped this weekend! 

Hi and welcome to the Autumn's Harvest Blog hop! Instructions for the hop said "Write a funny, entertaining, enjoyable post about autumn." Easy peezy lemon squeezy (or is that apple cider pressy?) said I. After all, autumn is a lovely season. There are colorful leaves and apples and...
      I sat down and started to write. A strange thing happened; I began to feel like a pupil in Mrs. McGillicutty's fifth grade classroom. Mrs. McG had just given us an assignment: write a theme about Autumn.  I stared at the empty blue book laid out on my desk, blue lines waiting for words. I chewed my pencil eraser.
     "Autumn? Autumn?" I thought to myself. My mind went blank and I began to panic. I stared out the window for a time. A small bird landed on the chain link fence and flitted away. Poetry! I thought. That was it! I would write a poem! A rhyming poem would impress Mrs. McG!
    I made a list: Autumn, Got em, Bought em, onion. I started to write:

There's apples in Autumn

The orchards they got em

The trees got red leaves on em

We're all out of onions

     Mrs. McG read over my shoulder and shook her head. "Ute, Ute, Ute. The orchards they got em? That isn't grammatically correct. It's barely English."

    I began to erase with my chewed down eraser, leaving skid marks and a hole where the poem used to be. I turned the page and began again. I'd use fall this time. Fall was easier to rhyme than autumn. I made a list: Fall, ball, small, tall, wall, brawl, sprawl. I could've gone  on all day. 

    Mrs. McG took off her reading glasses. "You're going to write a quatrain rhyme using fall? How very hickery dickery of you. If you're going to write a poem, write a real poem." I'd forgotten. Mrs. McG was a bit of a poetry snob. And I wasn't really in the fifth grade.

    A real poem. Okay. What do I associate with Autumn? Death. You know, short days, dead leaves on the ground, All Soul's Day.

              The end is near come, November

the last of the leaves is fallen,

withered and brown

darkness gathers

  Mrs. McG  sighed. "Did you not read the directions? They say light and funny. When did dead leaves become funny?"

     "It doesn't have to be funny," I told her. "It said entertaining."

      "Yes. Readers are always so entertained by depressed poets. Especially during a fun giveaway blog hop. "

     There's just no pleasing this woman. I turn another page. I write:

      I like the fall

the leaves and all

the trees so tall

and onions, too.

I close the book. Mrs. McGillicutty's going to give me an F. I know it.

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