When I was nine I learned to read
Phonic had been renoved from Wisconsin schools
When I was eight due to debt like Jed Clampete dad loaded mom and Ellen, cat , dog with her nine pups and me.
Off to Wisconsin land of the Green Bay Packers we did sail
In a car abd a truck
I was eight
Little country school, a teacher per two classes
Dad worked two jobs
Laid carpet in Bart Star’s house
Tended bar at night
Ellen was in Kindergarden and first grade
Forever and a day
Over and over mom would say for years
Mom said she in sixty years ‘Never so proud of Dad’
Worked out of debt!
In reverse family was loaded up
Cat, momma dog Penny two puppies
Mom us girls
Back to Iowa we all went
First Iowa Basic skill test
Everyone saw I could not read
At patterns I rocked
That summer of nineteen sixty seven there were nearly all in fourth grade learing Phonic
Reading
Having letters blend
No longer having to sound words out
Allowed me to soar
Writing allows me to climb to new heights!
Travel through space and time
With just the flick of a page
Books, writing, lofty asperation
Fullfillable my word, obtainable
Just takes time
Read a book
Write a book.
Discover the world.
Fingertips away.
