by Mickey Monsen, Becketwood Member
We walk, but first we rolled—
Baby buggies, strollers, coaster wagons, kiddie cars and tricycles
And as we grew—
Roller skates, go-carts, scooters, skateboards, roller blades and bicycles
Not only did we roll but we played—
Hopscotch, jump rope, skipping and running, sometimes getting skinned knees
“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back,” and we thus configured our steps between the lines
We knew the neighborhood sidewalks—
Where it was smooth for roller-skating, and where it was broken
Where ice collected for winter sliding
Now it’s time to watch our steps and yet walk joyfully to whatever the future holds.
by Stephanie Gordon, Becketwood Member
I saw my first robin today
scratching in the dirt
hunting for a worm, perhaps,
in dry old garden soil.
I turned my head to see across
the street, a bush of bright forsythia.
It was my mother’s favorite
Sun’s high in the sky,
warmth envelops my body, my soul.
Blue reigns, not a cloud in sight.
The world is waking up. It’s spring!