A birthday I'd have been delighted to have as a child and did, many times, and apparently still do. All that's been added is the "fifty".
Fifty Seven
I walked in the morning
chopping dirt from snowbanks
cracking ice sheets on pavement
and generally
tidying up winter's wake.
Later I ate
laughed and remembered
smelling flowers and opening presents
and walked poking about
with a stick in mud and weak sunlight
And from the warmth of my home I danced.
Fifty Seven
I walked in the morning
chopping dirt from snowbanks
cracking ice sheets on pavement
and generally
tidying up winter's wake.
Later I ate
laughed and remembered
smelling flowers and opening presents
and walked poking about
with a stick in mud and weak sunlight
And from the warmth of my home I danced.
