Welcome to Poetry Friday.  It is being hosted by Carol at Carol's Corner.  She's introducing us to poet, Jeannette Encinias.  
I was clearing out an old computer and discovered the following poem.  I am not exactly sure of the date it was written but I suspect in 2008 or 2009. I don't really remember writing it. I decided to revise it for sharing today.
​UPDATE:  Apparently the original poem was in this post in 2010.

Just Two Kids
just two kids, sister and brother
who played hide n’ seek
as we rambled down the street
me afraid of quicksand, you collected blue bellied lizards.

played hide n’ seek
until dusk’s blanket hid us all
me afraid of quicksand, you collected blue bellied lizards
I escaped inside a book while you looked through a telescope

 until dusk’s blanket hid us all
nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin
I escaped inside a book while you looked through a telescope
parents sat at the kitchen table, drinks in hand
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nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin
television droned on and on, with the body counts
parents sat at the kitchen table, drinks in hand
I plotted my escape to college

television droned on and on, with the body counts
as we rambled down the street
I plotted my escape to college
just two kids, sister and brother

©jone rush macculloch, draft 2008, 2009?

Just Two Kids

just two kids, sister and brother
who played hide n’ seek and rambled down the street
orange blossoms permeated the air
one afraid of quicksand, the other collected blue bellied lizards.

who played hide n’ seek and rambled down the street
until dusk’s blanket hid us all
one afraid of quicksand, the other collected blue bellied lizards.
one escaped inside a book while the other looked through a telescope

until dusk’s blanket hid us all
nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin
one escaped inside a book while the other looked through a telescope
parents sat at the kitchen table table , drinks in hand

nightly routines: dishes, homework, practice the violin
television droned on and on, with the body counts
parents sat at the kitchen table, drinks in hand
one plotted an escape to college, the other joined the service

television droned on and on, with the body counts
orange blossoms permeated the air
one plotted an escape to college, the other joined the service
just two kids, sister and brother

©jone rush macculloch, revised-probably still a draft, 2021

Today Karen at Karen Edmisten* will be hosting Poetry Friday.  Please head there to see the goodness of our Poetry Friday Community.

There's been quite a bit of chatter about the Covid-19 Vaccines. I don't recall a time that there has been more excitement over shots.  And it feels like winning the lottery to get an appointment which I have today (which means I might get to sub in April).  

We moved last June.  Two items that surfaced recently were my immunization cards for the Polio vaccine fifty-nine years ago. I have this glimmering of being in the big space that was the auditorium of my father's school, Clifton.  We were given a sugar cube with the dose.

pokey-poke
hope on horizon 
two vaccines
© jone rush macculloch (2021 draft) ​

Thanks to Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town for hosting Poetry Friday.  She is sharing from a book that is on my list, Brading Sweetgrass.

Every February, Laura Shovan invites writers to celebrate her birthday by writing poetry.  There is a yearly theme.  This year, it's "Bodies". These are some of the responses to prompts I've shared thus far.

The emphasis for the daily prompts is to be writing, the daily practice of writing.  There are days that the poems noodle around before landing on the paper.