Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Ollie, I think it might be just you and I in the think tank today. And seeing as neither of us really likes socks, that could be a problem. I like your tightly written poem, like the pattern of crossed laces on black hockey skates. Haven't skated in years, but was only ever so-so at it. The last time was almost thirty years ago, when I and another cabin fevered mother grabbed our daughters skates and found a rink that was empty. We hooted and hollered, fell down, laughed and were finally ready to go home and face the kids while making dinner. Thank you for the memory, haven't thought of that in years.Elizabeth
I love it, Ollie.....am working on my poem (in my head), havent had time to write yet today. But I will.Love this hockey poem.
Ollie, I used to love skating. Your poem reminds me that often my mother and I (and other kids or kids at heart) wuld skat on New Year's Eve. I'm not a great fan of socks in summer, but in winter I'm more a fan of socks than shoes! I enjoyed your poem.
I really like this sock poem. Your capacity to write about such simple things amazes and inspires me.
symmetry is the key?love your wit in your words.fantastic take..Merry Christmas.
An enjoyable poem Ollie.Wishing you a wonderful holiday.Pamela
Great Job, I love the memories that arrived when I read your poem~ It was tough! You did a Great Job! Merry Christmas
I love hockey! I'm going to play on New Years. Merry Christmas!
interesting and nice :)
Monk on ice. A Chris Neil kind of monk.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.