Join me on a trip from our apartment to Metropolis Mall, a big, glitzy shopping mecca, close to where we live in Moscow. Rather than taking the car, I enjoy walking through the park, seeing the neighborhood sights along the way. To make this posting more interesting to me, as a writer, and hopefully to you, as a reader, I'm writing about our excursion in verse. I'm fashioning the poem after "Over the River and Through the Woods," which is traditionally set to music during American Thanksgiving. If you are not familiar with the song, you can click on this link to hear a simple rendition of it.
Please get on your walking shoes and join me. . .
Over the sidewalk and through the park
to Metropolis Mall we go.
Our feet know the way
So we'll walk there today,
Giving thanks there's no more snow - oh!
First come the twin lakes, a haven for ducks.
They quack as we pass by.
Where are the children?
There's none to be seen.
The playground wonders, "Why?"
They must be in school
For that is the rule.
There's a neighborhood one nearby.
Oh, look at the veggies and fresh fruit for sale.
Maybe we'll stop and shop.
The beets look great.
Please give us eight
And a bunch of red onions to chop.
Flowers are blooming; so tempting to pick
A lovely spring bouquet.
A florist is better,
Except for each letter
In Russian, is hard to say.
(The sign on the shop says "flowers" in Russian,
pronounced, 'tsvety.')
Toilets are handy, mere minutes away,
In case you just can't wait.
A lady in green
Makes sure that they're clean.
(A job I'd honestly hate.)
Under the highway, a *perekhod,
leads to the other side.
The mall is near.
Its sign is clear.
It's been fun to be your guide!
*Russian word meaning an underground walkway
Please get on your walking shoes and join me. . .
Over the sidewalk and through the park
to Metropolis Mall we go.
Our feet know the way
So we'll walk there today,
Giving thanks there's no more snow - oh!
First come the twin lakes, a haven for ducks.
They quack as we pass by.
The men catch fish,
Or so they wish.
At least they love to try.
Where are the children?
There's none to be seen.
The playground wonders, "Why?"
For that is the rule.
There's a neighborhood one nearby.
Oh, look at the veggies and fresh fruit for sale.
Maybe we'll stop and shop.
Please give us eight
And a bunch of red onions to chop.
Flowers are blooming; so tempting to pick
A lovely spring bouquet.
Except for each letter
In Russian, is hard to say.
(The sign on the shop says "flowers" in Russian,
pronounced, 'tsvety.')
Toilets are handy, mere minutes away,
In case you just can't wait.
A lady in green
Makes sure that they're clean.
(A job I'd honestly hate.)
Under the highway, a *perekhod,
leads to the other side.
Its sign is clear.
*Russian word meaning an underground walkway
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