Looking after a two year old is not a good time to get inspiration for poetry. The simple kind comes quickly to the mind. But somehow,
On the path by grandma’s house
Here we go bumpy, bump, bump, bump,
Driving along on Kieran’s bike
Bumpity, bump bump bump.
while it entertained Kieran just fine, does not meet the standards Resonate expects for a poetry submission – I don’t think.
We just went for a walk a way down the river path. Going wasn’t bad but when we turned around the gale force winds were blowing right in our faces. Grandma got to help push for most of the way back.
On the good side – there were no mosquitos.