Playing in the sand

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I can’t claim this is my original idea, but I don’t know where I heard it, so I can’t give credit. This summer I told my children that I would only listen to complaints if they were submitted in the form of a haiku.

These complaints usually came while we were out doing something that I considered both exciting and educational, like touring our capital, or hiking.  I told them the form was 7-5-7. Later I realized it is 5-7-5 oops! It was my fault they blew the form, but the poetry took their minds off of walking for a little bit. Next time we’ll consider word choice.

While walking to the Lincoln Memorial on a hot day:

I want to go home right now.

My stomach hurts a lot.

Can we go home? I’m tired.

Walking in a park in North Carolina

We want to stop walking.

We have seen it now.

We would like to leave right now.

As they composed the last one, we arrived at our destination, a small inlet with quiet water and clean sand. They played for another hour.