It is a GREAT relief–
To be far removed from the SCORN of others;
To be able to SCRUB my calendar clean of obligation:
To fill it in with wants and wishes!
This, my friend, is what it can mean to be retired from the work world.
Georg’ann
Late one night, when I was a child
a small group of adults took me
on an adventure, we skated on a pond
within visible distance of highway 37,
the ice was SOLID under the December stars.
As we glided, a stranger came walking
across the STARK corn fields
Car trouble, maybe a SCREW loose
They all went to help, left me alone
Fearful I tried to catch up
walking over broken corn stalks and SCRUB
in my skates, ankles aching, so unsteady.
Later we got hot cider at a fast food chain.
It still plays like a movie scene
never quite real, though so vivid.
The crisp air, the clear sky, the crunchy ground,
the wobbly walk, the horror film ambiance
50 years later, the pond and field remain
to the right of the 1st southbound exit into town
Heather