Archive for February 25th, 2008

If I Were a Shoe . . .

Monday, February 25th, 2008

(This meme is from my friend Marmee.)

If I were a shoe, I’d be a pair of comfy Crocs


If I were a city, I’d be Old Fairhaven, Bellingham, WA

If I were a season, I’d be autumn.

If I were a car, I’d be Suzuki Grand Vitara.


If I were a vegetable, I’d be broccoli, fresh from the garden.

If I were a fruit, I’d be a crisp, home-grown apple.

If I were a color, I’d be green.

If I were furniture, I’d be a computer desk.

If I were a song, I’d be a soulful, Celtic ballad.

If I were a country, I’d be Scotland.

If I were a beverage, I’d be a brown sugar caramel macchiato.

If I were clothing, I’d be waffle-weave PJs.

If I were weather, I’d be autumn crisp but still sunny.

If I were an animal, I’d be a faithful hound.

If I were a dessert, I’d be an apple dumpling with cream.

If I were a plant, I’d be a fern by a waterfall.

If I were a word, I’d be well-read.

A Mystery Sonnet

Monday, February 25th, 2008

Our daughter, Debra, just completed the following sonnet as an assignment in her high school English class. I’ll omit the title of the poem, so you can try to guess: To whom (or to what) is this sonnet addressed?

Black as raven’s feathers, blown on fall’s gale,

You come to me like starlight on water.

What ought I offer such beauty? A tale?

Tales of my love for you – the first falter.

When I first met you I bethought you kind.

Yet still, to the senses as Hell’s first touch;

To the taste, as harsh as an iron bind;

Truth you are blest as mother I love much.

Years there have been, still you hold me captive,

Captive of beauty, eternity bound!

I’m reduced to drinking – seductive;

I inhale that white steam that left me cowed.

And now you have heard my tale: come to stay,

You who stole me body and soul, I pray.