First the covered wagon
Children running alongside
Then the Model T
Kids bouncing loosely inside
Now we're all buckled in
With no laps to sit on
Children watching DVD's
Instead of life flying by
All I can say is-
"Good grief why?"
Stafford Ray's version:
First the lumb’ring Conestoga
Took us where we had to go. A
Few years on, a bouncy ride
In Model T, thrown ‘round inside.
Now with belts and bags and laws
No kids on laps, and child proof doors
It seems the fail-safe life we lead
Is fool-proof, holeproof, guaranteed
Strapped in children, eyes transfixed
On DVD’s, adventure missed
So much of life goes flying by.
And I just wonder: “Good grief, why.
and don't forget to go to Willow's blogsite Magpie Tales...she started it all!
"Good grief, why?" indeed. Progress is so not progress in many cases. Liked your original Mag as well - very fun post...ReplyDelete
love the idea of poets pinging off of each other. thanks for sharingReplyDelete
You've captured my observations about car rides -- I hate that my kids look at their silly games and not out the window (or at maps as I did).ReplyDelete
what a lovely thing to do Kathe!ReplyDelete
Two for the price of one can't be bad, even if they came from two heads!ReplyDelete
Jinksy-two heads are better than one!ReplyDelete
And Stafford- I loved putting up both our poems!
So much for "progress." I like them both... And I thank you both.ReplyDelete
You have health and safety people on your backs as well, do you?ReplyDelete