Thankful and Poetic Thursday

Happy Thursday – time to be thankful AND creative.    First up though is thankfuls – always a priority…..there are things we should be thankful for that we may not even THINK we need to express.     Even if it’s clean air and sunshine – that’s something to be thankful for when (if you’re like us) you’ve had four days straight of rain.    We’re also very thankful that Brian continues to host Thankful Thursday and keep us focused on all the things in our lives we should express thanks for.   One day soon my Mom and I sincerely hope we can say we’re thankful that Ukraine is rising from the ashes and walking into the sunshine of freedom.

Now for Angel Sammy’s poetry fun – here’s his note to all of us that I got last night:

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Welcome to My Poetry Corner….

Are you ready to share some poetry?    We can read each other’s poems and see how each of us independently interpreted the photograph I gave you last Thursday to use as inspiration for your poem today.    I love it!   I love what you all write – and I’m so happy some of you seem to be having fun along with me for Poetic Thursday.

Here’s the photo I gave you last week – followed by my poem.

“Memories Are Made Of This”

Poem by Angel Sammy Kimmell    ©May 11, 2022

 

Sitting at the counter waiting for my lunch

Cherry Coke, burger and fries – can’t wait to munch

If I have room after I’ll have a banana split

The counter is crowded – nowhere else to sit!

In walks Tommy – he’s my latest crush

He puts his hand on my shoulder and I turn to mush!

Sandy and Bobby get up to dance

Who thought a soda fountain would be made for romance?

 

Well that was the place back in “the day” (according to my Mom) where kids met and dates were made and boys teased the girls and crushes were started and ended.   There is an old soda fountain in the town where my Mom and Dad live that has been refurbished and is part of a small restaurant on Main Street.    These days mostly older folks go in and get a “homemade” kind of meal…….but I also bet you that they are reliving a lot of GREAT memories when they walk through the doors.    I know my Mom sure does!

Now here’s the photo I found for all of us to write a poem about to share NEXT week when we gather here……….meanwhile if you wrote a poem for last week’s photo – tell us in comments and give us your link so we can read it!

Not long ago I used another old Victorian photo of two women but it was more about their clothes………….this is obviously about HAIR – and lots of it!    What does this make you think of and how would you include those thoughts in a poem????    That’s your challenge for next Thursday.

Until then – I hope you all stay happy, healthy, and interested in the world around you.     That keeps us going!

I am the Angel Poet in the green beret…..and I hope you join me for POETIC FUN each week!

Love and Light, Angel Sammy

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Another gem of a poem dear brother!    Next week’s is scary.    If my hair was that long Mom would be cutting it as often as she cuts my claws!     And I’d probably  be getting lots of baths – things I don’t even want to think about…………haha      See you next Thursday!

Hugs, Teddy