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We Go for a Sunday Drive

Mar 23, 2018

We go for a Sunday drive, which I hate.
Why don’t we do something?, I whine.
Eventually we stop for soft ice cream,
Chocolate for dad and me, vanilla for mom.
Sometimes we walk in the woods.
My dad knows about animals and birds,
my parents know how to walk silently
in the woods so you see something.
We see deer up close, a great blue heron,
a kingfisher. Sometimes black bears at the dump.
My dad shows me jack in the pulpit and lady slippers,
lichen and quartz crystals,
a scarlet tanager.
We have binoculars by the windows at home, 
I love that they taught me to love the wild world.

Kimmy Sophia BrownKimmy Sophia Brown has loved humor and music and freedom for as long as she can remember.She is especially passionate about the environment and caring for animals.

She writes the column "From the Back Porch" as well as reviews of music in her column "MusicViews". Her goal in her music reviews is to introduce music she loves to people who may not have heard that particular artist or CD. For information about how to submit a CD for review, click here.

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