Lois Lowry's Blog
Kids and poems
Yesterday...after the exterminator was here (powder-post beetles on the underside of the barn)...I drove about 15 miles to a lovely lakeside house that friends of mine from Massachsuetts have rented for three weeks. They'd invited me for lunch.
by Joyce Sidman. Emma settled right in with it.
That would have been me, at her age: outside, woods and trees and water and boats and sunshine...and me curled in a couch with a book (and usually my mother saying, "Wouldn't you like to go OUT on such a nice day?") But she was a sympathetic mom, and preferred a good book to a brisk walk herself.
While the exterminator was here, he gave it one more try with the mice, and that made me re-write my annual mouse poem:
You're so darling, little mouse;
I love to have you in my house.
Lunch or dinner? Take your pick:
Cyanide, or arsenic?
I suppose what I really need is a cat.