April is National Poetry Month. I always enjoy taking the time, each day in April, to jot down a few new poems. I will be following the prompts onhttp://www.napowrimo.net/
I am a few days behind, but I will catch up. For day 5, here is a poem about nature.
As I round the bend, I know I am almost
Soft pines hang along the roadside,
while rock hard mountains reach for the
In the spring they are covered in
in the fall they wear a much more
and of course during winter they shiver
The bridges that stretch out along the
offer easy passageway to either side.
I've crossed them thousands of times on
The smell of the upstate air is a bit
not heavy like the city, nor salty like
It seems to fit in place, a warm
Whether driving, flying, or arriving by
the ground beneath can be giving in
hard in others, but always solid and
The night sky is one of my favorites.
I see Orion's belt, I see my sign;
and I imagine the battle to protect the
Maybe I don't think about it everyday,
maybe because it is too familiar, but
when I stop,
I don't have to think; my senses tell
me I'm home.
Growing up as a kid, we used to enjoy a plethora of Ronis. There was Rice-A-Roni, Beefaroni, pepperoni... the list goes on and on. But where did they all go? It seems that everyone now is either a vegan, gluten-free, or just plain opposed to roni supplements added to their diets. The madness must stop.
Sure, you can search the grocery store aisles for these products, but damned if you'll find them. Perhaps, if you are lucky enough, or conniving enough, you can sneak behind the scenes. You may be able to find an old dented can, with Chef Boyardee's face on it, rolling around under a shelving unit. Maybe you can find an open box of Rice-A-Roni, that the mice have been picking at for years, back in the dark corners of a deserted warehouse.
I've invited some guests here today to speak out against this atrocity.
"Peppa, would you like to come up and say a few words?"
"My name is actually, Peppa Pig, not Peppa Roni."
"Well, your agent told me that you were looking for work. You're free to leave if you want, or you can come up here, read the cards that were given to you when you walked in the door, and collect your paycheck. Otherwise, you can leave right now and not get paid."
"Okay. Just let me get my reading glasses."
"Yes, I see a hand in the back. Sir, do you have something to say?"
A gentleman in the back row stands up, "Ayyy."
"Oh, Mr. Fonzaroni, I didn't know you were going to be here."
"Whoa," he says as he sits back down.
Anyway, if you love roni, as much as I do, make a New Year's resolution that you can keep; seek out and consume roni!
And remember kids, Rice-A-Roni is the San Fransisco treat, but you don't have to be from California to enjoy it.
Please join us next week when we discuss You'll Never Find Another Pasta Like Mine; Prince Spaghetti Day VS. San Giorgio: the Great Spaghetti in a Great Spaghetti Town.