On the Patio - Aug 21, 2018

A post out of order... this poem was born of a windy afternoon when Helen, Henry, and Mommy sat outside on the patio, with their eyes closed and described the sounds they heard. Mommy wrote notes and then arranged their words into the following verse (the first paragraph consists of Helen's words, Henry's are the second paragraph, Mommy's the last): 

On the Patio

I hear

wind

I hear hard wind

crickets

that bell ringing

a buzzing sound

birds

A leaf

just fell down

The soft sound

of frogs

or crickets

I just heard

a tree sound

of cutting down

Leaves hustling,

whirling, across the patio,

stumbling, cartwheeling by

tomatoes, green beans,

edamame, weeds

Birds calling urgently

to one another,

greeting or warning,

noticing

the girl,

the boy,

the mother,

eyes closed,

attempting to translate

the sounds

on the patio

-by Helen, Henry, and Mommy

August 21, 2018