March 19, 2005

Dear Diana,

We're going to see our friends tomorrow. Does my writing look messy? It's 1:45, after lunch. Now there's nothing to do! If we were in Loma Linda... but now, I won't be hasty. Maybe I should write a letter back from you to me. Just a minute. I want to read Dido and Aeneas. There. I'm done. Oops, I left the "e" out of the word "there." Talia made this really stupid song (meaning, of course, that I made it): One, two, three...

A Song of Atalanta

Oh, I travel lightly on the road, my spear is on my back.

I play by time, I run and climb,

There's some food in my pack!

Orion comes, and on his thumbs

Could planted be a tree,

And year by year, the people cheer–

No reason I can see!

One of my joys is when the boys

Come running up to see

But when my spear comes flying near,

They run away from me!

That is not good, but I guess it's not stupid. Next time, I'll do a song of Orion!

Kitty

P.S. I'll do it later. I have to pull weeds.

Orion's Song

I walk the roooooad

My clothes are off today

And I play and dance

And run and prance

As I gather flowers in Mayyyy

I trip on a stone

And then I groan.

Atalanta comes, I am sad.

She looks glad!

I am mad.

I have had

It with her.

I will attack her.

She attacks me!

EEEEEE!

K.P.

Note: I really hated the Greek hero Orion, and my purposefully bad poem here reflects that!