a poem

Dear US Air,

You make me want to swear

And act like a bear.

Instead I will try to smile and shrug

As if without a care.


When a gear you drop,

A loud noise will go pop.

And you will lose a pin

and make all our wheels spin.


So next time, please drive with more caution

And our love for you will blossom.

I write this from a hotel bed,

Glad I am not dead,

But wishing I was listening to the oceans stead.


Love (maybe),

from a ruffled flyer.

About A Story of Us

My grandparents 57th wedding anniversary and my first wedding anniversary motivated to journal the adventures life brought our way . I hope to amuse the friends and family I have all over the country and, when I am my grandmothers age, look back at what I have written and chuckle. It's been four years since I began and the snickers I bring myself as I look back propel me to write on. Cheers to the future and happy memories of the past.
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5 Responses to a poem

  1. Shanny says:

    Oh no!!!

  2. Jess says:

    What!! That’s terrible…where are you & when will you get here? Ahhh!!

  3. Jana says:

    Oh no Kels this doesn’t sound good! I’m sorry!!

  4. Kristy says:

    I’m thinking a new version of “United Breaks Guitars” is in order…

  5. amanda easley says:

    I am reading all these way too late, but Kels once again I am so impressed with your little poems and such. I know your vacay is like half over, but it’s good to know you got there….finally!

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