Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sunday Scribblings: Life Swap

We are sitting
on our screen porch
at the campground

listening to squirrels
scampering and kids
playing and golf carts

whispering by. Suddenly,
we hear our neighbor’s
piercing voice giving

her husband hell in French.
It’s like taking a hammer
to a row of champagne

glasses and pinging
and smashing every one.
Then her husband’s

banging reply
pounds through the air.
My husband reaches

over, takes my hand
and says, “I’m glad
I got you, Hon.”

11 comments:

Sleepy Kitty said...

Love this. :)

I think we have all been on both sides of this at some point.

Giggles said...

Funny you can do a million things for them, it's only when they see how really ugly it can get they appreciate you...lol
Well done.....as always love your poetry!!

Hugs Giggles

anthonynorth said...

Experiencing the bad usually makes us appreciate the good. Nicely done.

Sandra (if) said...

that is so sweet!

Understanding Alice said...

sounds like your neighbours are a bit like our neighbours...

gs batty said...

be careful what you trade for. It might not be as good as it looks. I think my little poem was wabout your neighbor.

keiths ramblings said...

The neigbours from hell! Nice one.

ladynimue said...

good lesson :) next time to be appreciated, i will make sure my guy sees the worst ;)

ladynimue said...

and thanks to you i discovered some really good poetry sites ! :)

Rinkly Rimes said...

I think this meme is going to dig up a whole lot of contentment!

Dee Martin said...

hmmm we will be at a campground next week. I am hoping for interesting writing situations but not sure I want to hear that LOL (I think I like your hubby though!)

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