Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Dylan's Seven Line Poem

A couple of months ago, my wife, son, and I were lounging after a lazy Saturday morning breakfast. It was my first weekend at home after being away to Louisiana.
Rhonda said, "Hal, Dylan wrote a poem in school about you. You should read it." She handed it to me.
Dylan walked up and hugged me, looking somber, and said, "I love you, Dad."
I tend to get a little misty when he does that.
So I read Dylan's creation. His assignment in his fifth-grade home room was to compose a seven-line poem. Here it is, just as I read it.

Snow as white as a rabbit
It's been quite the habit
That I go sleighing on a Saturday night
I gave myself quite a fright
When I heard a deathly howl
And I realized it was my dad Hal
Getting whipped on the butt by an owl

Rhonda and Dylan were so pleased with themselves when they saw my reaction. Sheesh, what a set up.


Pam said...

LOL!!!!!!! Sounds like the 5th grader I live with! ahaha

Uncle E said...

LOVE THIS! He's a poet and he don't even know it. He's feet aren't small, they are Longfellows!

Kelly said...

This brings to mind quite a visual!

Mary Paddock said...

Just sorta gets you right THERE, doesn't it?

At least it wasn't a limerick. :)

Debby said...

Oh, that boy of yours...he sure has a way with words. The visuals are quite entertaining.

Bob said...

That is priceless, my friend. Be sure and save it.

Scotty said...

*wipes coffee from screen*


quid said...

Pretty darn funny!