Day 14 – NaPoWriMo – A Clerihew

You can’t make this stuff up! I’ve never heard of a “clerihew” – have you? Here are the instructions for today’s assignment:

Last but not least, our prompt! Because it’s Friday, let’s keep it light and silly today, with a clerihew. This is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous person. Here’s one I just made up:

Emily Dickinson
wasn’t a fickle one.
Having settled in Amherst,
she wouldn’t be dispersed.

By Maureen Thorson at http://www.napowrimo.net

I’m hoping that a clerihew doesn’t REQUIRE satire because the one I wrote doesn’t really “mock, ridicule or make fun of.” Because REALLY – who wants to a make fun of Ansel Adams when we’re only one week away from Earth Day? (Which coincidentally happens to be the anniversary of his death in 1984!)

Ansel Adams

Ansel Adams – grandson of a timber baron, a shy only child
Made photos that taught us to treasure the wild.

Yosemite, Big Sur and Aspens at Dawn
The work of this genius helps Nature live on.

© Kalen Kingsbury 2017

My Fourth Year – 1958-1959

Ride 'em Cowgirl!
           

Thank goodness for a year when I don’t really remember much about what happened and there aren’t many sources to provide details. This will be a short post. If it weren’t for years like this one, I’d never make it through my year-a-day challenge.

I’m about to outgrow this hobby horse (in the picture I mean – not now) but it was a favorite toy. At times I would bounce it so hard it would come off the floor. My mother recalls that she and Nana didn’t want me to have it but Buck got it for me when I was two. I can’t say I remember riding it, but the picture evokes a happy feeling and I’ve definitely seen home movies of me bouncing at a breakneck clip. My guess is that this picture was taken in the side yard at Nana’s house in Cleveland.

I know that when Daddy got out of the Navy we lived at 10831 Clifton Boulevard. My mother (now 81) actually remembered that address! I also confirmed it by checking the city directory for Cleveland and sure enough – that’s where we lived! I was surprised to see how close it is Lake Erie. Continue reading My Fourth Year – 1958-1959