January 25, 2016, Prescott- I had the unexpected pleasure of working with two groups of first-graders, today. Later on, came the displeasure of blocking and deleting someone who was soliciting money, which I can’t spare.
Now, let’s get back to the Winter Scavenger Hunt.
I recall little of my first kiss.
I wasn’t at all of the age when such would normally occur.
There was, of course, a lingering sense of bliss.
It set an amorous path in motion, though I was but the age of four.
Time went on, I felt I might have come from Planet Mars.
My consciousness, anyway, was somewhere among the stars.
I ate equally of animal and plant.
My siblings cringed at foods of green.
Not I, without rant,
I took helpings of spinach and broccoli, staying serene.
Macaroni and cheese was a dish at which Mother excelled.
Many meals featured bread crumbs, and their flavour cast a spell.
Alas, the richness of memory
Is a place in which I must not long dwell.