This is the story of our adventures -- every day and extraordinary; our dreams -- tiny and grand; our gardens -- ornamental and sustaining; this is the story of our journey.  We are a family of four living a mindful, simple life here in Los Angeles County.  We are green, conscious, and forward thinking.  We keep an eye on the past because some of the best things have already been done and bear repeating.  Walk and talk with us, have a glass of wine, taste a peach or a tomato, blow some bubbles and watch them drift up over the canyon ridge.  Enjoy!

Friday, September 4, 2009

I am more than a tomato-ist!

I know, you all know, I grow lots and lots of tomatoes!  I've been tending, harvesting, and canning them all summer.   I'm also obviously the mom of two young girls.  I love being mom, entertaining them, teaching them.  I am also kept busy with planning our trip to Central America.  BUT, I am trying to do more.   I think of myself as a writer, a poet, a ....something...  I am writing poems.  And some children's stories (which are too long for here), so here are some poems...

I'm remembering a friend
with pen point blue eyes
who ran like the wind

I'd set her blocks
and watch her go

I wanted to run like she did
but I was too lazy
I jumped instead
Jumping was playing
Easy and fun

I wonder if that's how
she felt
about running.

Sept '09

Little girl sad
Little girl cry
Little girl did not hold tight

A balloon on the end
of a string is
a wonderful thing

Balloon so bright
Balloon so light
Little girl did not hold tight

Orange over green
orange through blue
Fly ballooon fly
And, little girl cry

Next time
Hold tight.

July 2009

The orange cat sleeps
The baby sleeps
The mama sleeps

The stars hum
The night blurs
The mama dreams

The moon shines
The creek slides
The baby dreams

The house creeks
The mouse squeeks
The orange cat dreams

July 2009

Tempo tempo
Le temps
The time
The weather
Blue blue
White white white
Breathe in
Breathe out
Tempo tempo

July 2009

I'd like to have
a house with a tin roof
I'd paint it blue.
If I got tired
of my blue roof
I could paint it red.

In the front
I'd have a meadow of flowers
Out back, a creek
Running through.
I'd like to have 
a house with a tin roof
I'd paint it blue.

On the bed
I'd have an old woolen quilt.
On the porch
a rocker I'd buy new.
I'd like to have
 a house with a tin roof
I'd paint it blue.

In the morning
I'd bathe in the cool creek.
In the evening
[among the flowers]
I'd kiss you.
I'd like to have
a house with a tin roof
I'd paint blue.

If I tired
of my blue roof
I could paint it green.

July/August 2009


Jaimey said...

Love those! I am going to email you pic that goes with your tin roof house poem. :)

Marlyn said...

Thanks Jaimey -- please do!