Eating Dirt and other Observations ~ Oct 09, 2012

Some days are made for walking

Autumn leaves, a camera,
woolly clouds, a breeze

Noon beckoned us to the Laguna
for lunch on a shaded bench
birds and squirrels, no sign of cold
content to let the day unfold

A stop at Fircrest for picnic parts

Garlic roasted turkey and Swiss

the choice a cinch

Rod asked for whole wheat bread

It'll get squishy and flat I said

The deli girl smiled and

suggested a whole wheat roll

it'll stand up to condiments and tomatoes

and keep it's soul

The lady next to me laughed

and said you're right

remember squishing Wonderbread into

indistinguishable sights?

The conversation moved on

to how did we survive our youth

No seat belts and leaded paints

roller skates, no helmets

enough to give a mom the faints

We stayed healthy in spite of dangers faced 

no distraction from TV, video or phone

We played outdoors from dawn to dusk,

ate dirt and skinned our bones

Wearing bandaids like medals we regaled

we created our own resistance

and lived to tell the tale 

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