I’M JUST CURIOUS: Some silly thoughts

by Debbie Walker

I have been reading again (or still)! Hope you don’t mind. The first one is titled Thee Onderful Werld ov Wirds. The best I can do for the name of the author is it came from a little book titled Moments for Grandparents, from Robert Strand. I hope it makes you smile. (Figure out the title yet)

I take it you already know of tough and bough and cough and dough. Others may stumble, but not you, on hiccough, thorough, lough and through.

Beware of heard, a dreadful word. That looks like beard and sounds like bird.

And dead … it is said like bed, not bead. For goodness sake, don’t call it deed.

Watch out for meat and great and threat: they rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother, nor both in bother, broth in brother.

And here is not a match for there, nor dear and fear and pear and bear.

And then there’s dose and rose and lose… just look them up… and goose and choose, and cork and work, and card and ward, and font and front, and word and sword, and do and go, then thwart and cart. Come, come I’ve hardly made a start.

There’s also click and clique, and grove and glove, and hope and soap, and move and love: there’s sane and seine, and soup and soul, there’s lean and lien, and fowl and bowl.

How about pear and pair and pare? There is also fear and fair and fare.

A dreadful language? Man alive… I’d mastered it when I was five.

THAT IS THE FIRST HALF, the second half has a little different spin on it. I will put that in for the following week.

The second read is a poem I found; I have no idea how many years ago now, but I can tell you the paper I copied it down on is now quite yellowed. Read it and try to still think of me with kindness!

NOT YET

Winter, Don’t descend on me;
I am not ready yet.
The mittens, boots, and woolen socks
Are placed where I forget.
The sleds are piled behind the bikes,
The runners red with rust.
The shovel’s somewhere in the garage
Buried deep in dust.
Winter, don’t descend on me,
Your cold and blowing snow
Keeps whipping through my muddled mind —
Where did the summer go?

I am just curious where your thoughts wander as winter approaches. Let me know at DebbieWalker@townline.org. I’ll be waiting! Have a great week! Thanks again for reading!