A poem begins with a lump in the throat. ~Robert FrostLong day flying back from LA. Thought I might end up blogging about a "security issue" on our flight.
Apparently one stressed passenger didn't take their medication today.
TSA was all over it.
It's all good. Decided my first today would be to write a poem about my vacation. (Don't think I've done that since grade school).
Get set. Drum roll. Here it is.
I’m back from vaca,
What a trip: L.A.,
Ate gaucamole all day,
Green tea and tempeh
At the beach with no shower
Up the canyon, prayer power
Hollywood Hills,
Flying thrills,
Traffic mess,
LA dress,
No sun, so cold
Still fun, I’m sold.
Hugged my daughter,
Laughed with friends,
Back in Philly,
Ahhhhhh, vaca ends.
Good to be home.
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