by suelarkinsweems | Jul 1, 2011 | The Poetry
Summer swimming Four sprites bob up And down in the water The cool of the water worn off They turn on each other “He splashed me!” “She took my beach ball!” “He pulled my hair!”...
by suelarkinsweems | Jun 24, 2011 | The Poetry
We drove by Joplin and some other tornado torn areas this week on our way to Oklahoma. Groves of old trees were snapped in half like a huge sickle came by and sliced off the tops, splintering them like toothpicks. Brick homes look like the roof blew in and...
by suelarkinsweems | Jun 17, 2011 | The Poetry
I wrote this for my dad in 1999, some time after he moved from the band room to the library. If you know my dad, you know he won’t ever retire; he just gets a new gig. He was an elementary, middle school, and high school band director for over twenty years. Now...
