This is National Poetry Month, so there are many poetry prompts floating around. I appreciate you coming by today to exercise the muse.
I was in New Orleans for Easter and had the privilege of taking my 19 month old grandson to City Park. Close to Cafe du Monde where you can get amazing coffee and beignets, there is a playground set among old oaks. One of the oaks has grown huge branches draped over the ground. This oak is a favorite uncle that kids climb all over. Here is a link to more information about the Live Oaks in City Park.
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You drape and dip
Margaret Simon, draft
hands free
for daily dance–
happily holding
mother’s gold.
A little lagniappe (Creole French for a little something extra): Thomas and the tree.
Reflections on the Teche 