The Franklin Senior Center Scribblers Writing Group is making a story walk around the Senior Center Building. Since each sign is a limited amount of space, we decided that each of us should write a poem. It should be seasonal and topical (references to places we Seniors would know.) Here's my first attempt.
Over the river and through the woods
the Gatra Bus does go.
This cold weather might bring snow,
perfect for December, this I know.
My fingers and toes are cold and red.
Maybe I should have stayed in bed.
My car wouldn't start.
Calling Gatra was very smart.
I must get to the Senior Center:
Bingo, Cribbage, and other adventures
beckon me out and into the cold
for activities, food and friends to behold.
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