T.S. Elliot’s poem The Waste Land described April as the cruelest month, but looked toward the light. This poetry month, our hopeful nine-year-old refused to write poems or fairy tails for school about a virus. Although we talked about another spring break to Miami, it did not come to fruition. Thankfully, our sweet boy recounts our family spring vacation three years ago.
Florida Everglades, 2017
Chompy the Alligator
Our fun, fierce family of four forged forward in the Florida Everglades.
We spied dark dinosaur descendants on a daring adventure.
Our brave boat tour breezed like birds.
Alligators aimed in the grass.
They swat big scary, scaly tails.
They blend in with the green, dirty swamp.
We heard alligators roar and hiss.
Screech, their sharp teeth ruptured small animals.
We bussed back to our Miami hotel.
We named our own alligator float
Chompy Picasso to play safe in the pool.
Our family looks forward to future adventures.
We wish you safety, good health and prosperity! Meanwhile, we old school step to Will Smith old school “Miami” favorites to get “jiggy with it.”XOXO
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