Due to time constraints and a day much better spent with my two princesses, I will be going off prompt from Day 25 of Na/GloPoWriMo gazillion requirements for a form of poetry that I would never want to write in the first place. It’s probably the first time I’ve determined to go off prompt in the several years that I’ve been doing this DayNa/GloPoWriMo. I read the requirements for today moments ago and just can’t even begin to imagine agreeing that the chaos desired in the optional prompt even qualifies as poetry in my estimate. More like whimsical prose. Best instead to recall today’s adventure.
Stay On the Path by Michael Doyle Stay on the path, she implores As her daddy photographs and explores She has been taught to follow rules Locked up within the walls of schools Spring has begun to flutter awake Warmer days have breaths to take The green of valleys and its flowers Brings much joy to the well spent hours Budding little green gems soak up rays Until the protective canopy grows with the days While the days slowly wake the forest floor And the animals begin to be hard to ignore Yet, who would ignore these citizens anyway For the old and newborn mark our every day All the more radiantly brighter The loads we carry are somehow made lighter Stay on the path, she implores As her daddy photographs and explores She worries for the harm that might fall If her poppa does not somehow recall All the living creatures on the ground There hard to see and scurrying around Until her father shows her the deer She had not noticed that were really quite near He explains that every day is Earth Day For who have come and before passed this way The seasons always find a way to come and go Though this world is yet new to her, she must know That life is about plotting out the clearing Shaping the memories that will become endearing With all the lessons given in understated value For each and every day brings life anew (c) April 25, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved