Mushrooms don’t grow much on my trails.
They need the right combination of warmth and water, and that doesn’t happen very often.
So far I’ve found one big mushroom on my street and a few little ones on my trails.
Then finally, it showed up.
It really came.
One big trail mushroom. Only one.
That poor mushroom had a very short life so I thought I’d write something special for it.
I call it…
Ode to a Mushroom
Popping out of the ground like a puffy marshmallow
Creating a cover like a china hat
Dropping over dead.
Wasn’t that great?
Do you think I’ll be the next poet laureate?
P.S. I didn’t kill that mushroom. Really I didn’t.
September 11, 2013 at 11:03 am
You my dearest Bongo are a dog of many hidden talents..maybe poetry is not one of them !
September 11, 2013 at 11:14 am
Patrecia, you don’t like my poem? I’m so distressed!
September 11, 2013 at 11:22 am
You are a poet indeed! Wooooowooooooo!
September 11, 2013 at 11:24 am
Thanks Ku. I do my best.
September 11, 2013 at 12:34 pm
oh wow! Did you find fairies living underneath the marshmallow – I mean mushroom? Mommy says they live under them. I haven’t seen any in real life yet to find out for myself. XOXO – Bacon
September 11, 2013 at 12:45 pm
Bacon, maybe it was the fairies that pushed that mushroom over. I bet they wanted to get away.
September 11, 2013 at 1:29 pm
ooohhh – that could be it Bongo. Mommy took a picture of a mushroom in my magical backyard not too long ago. I’m going to have to find it and post it. It was H.U.G.E. I think there was a family of hobbits that were living underneath that thing. Mommy showed me the picture. She wouldn’t let me see it in person. shucks. XOXO – Bacon
September 11, 2013 at 7:23 pm
Bacon, that would be so cool to have hobbits in your backyard. I bet they’re fun to play with.
September 11, 2013 at 1:46 pm
Wolfgang von Bongo, I bow to your talent!
September 11, 2013 at 7:24 pm
Thanks Marina. I work hard at what I do.
September 11, 2013 at 2:18 pm
B., I shed a little tear for that freaky mushroom. It was a sad poem. RIP mutant mushroom.
Love and licks,
September 11, 2013 at 7:25 pm
Cupcake, I’m sure that mushroom would appreciate your sentiment – if it were alive to know about it.
September 11, 2013 at 2:26 pm
Great poem Bongo. So short was the life of the mushroom…now it will be remembered forever. 🙂
September 11, 2013 at 7:25 pm
Donna, I guess I did do something for that mushroom after all.
September 11, 2013 at 2:45 pm
You could apply to become a skald (court poet of Skandinavian kings). Your alliterations are perfect for that. But it’s quite cold in Skandinavia, so maybe you’d rather stay at home.
September 11, 2013 at 7:26 pm
Stanze, can I just be the skald in the summertime?
September 12, 2013 at 3:44 am
You could raid the lands in the south with your fellows in winter. And make poems about the winter vacation in summer. 😉
September 13, 2013 at 9:21 pm
That sounds like a plan.
September 11, 2013 at 4:50 pm
The mushroom and the poem were quite nice.
September 11, 2013 at 7:28 pm
September 11, 2013 at 6:11 pm
Love your tribute Bongo…it had Momz LOL
September 11, 2013 at 7:29 pm
Thanks Gizmo. Maybe I should bury a geocache under that mushroom.
September 11, 2013 at 11:53 pm
So you didn’t kill it, but did you try to eat it?
September 13, 2013 at 9:19 pm
Sandra, I only eat things that smell like food – and some weeds. Mushrooms don’t smell like either.
September 12, 2013 at 12:45 am
What a cool mushroom. The poem is very… literal! 🙂
September 13, 2013 at 9:20 pm
BZ. Thanks – I think.
September 12, 2013 at 7:01 am
Yes, I DO! I’m sure that you’d be the next poet laureate, Bongo! The poet is great! It has both excitement and melancholy in it! 🙂
P.S The mushroom looks very interesting!
September 13, 2013 at 9:22 pm
Thanks Kevin. I can always count on you for support. And it was a pretty cool mushroom.
September 12, 2013 at 12:42 pm
Wow, Bongo, you’re great in poems…and I believe you’re getting better with every mushroom that’s going to fall down…..on its own 🙂
September 13, 2013 at 9:32 pm
Little Binky, if I wait for the next mushroom I might have to wait until next year. I’ll have to find something else falling down I guess.
September 12, 2013 at 11:46 pm
I thought your Ode to a Mushroom was excellent Bongo!
September 13, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Thanks Bassa. You’re always such a great encourager.
September 13, 2013 at 5:51 pm
Wow… what a great poet! Just water it is might revive!
September 13, 2013 at 9:44 pm
Ginger, I think somebody might have already watered it. It didn’t seem to help.