A Family Poem...

While digging a small sliver of wood out of the bottom of Courtney's foot, our family spontaneously authored the following poem:

A splinter in winter 

would sting in spring

and be a bummer in summer --

so extract it all in fall.

You're so funny, honey!

Another of my favorite poems that was a collaboration was created with Walker's assistance as we were strolling through a parking lot to a store:

I said "left,"                   

and I was "right."

but,     he was even more "right,"

so that's how I got there first.