A poem
Reminds me of the saying: “close” only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades ☺️
Trying to flip that here. Close is not good enough for the speaker of this poem!
Close also counts in slow dancing, as I recall 😂
I understand! But it’s what was evoked for me.
It felt as though you had captured a moment in my own experience of tossing horseshoes at dusk. Goosebumps.
Thank you, Jill!
Josh, Where is the next stanza? You left me hanging!
Very evocative of the moment.
Thank you, David! I suspect that this poem must finish in you 😊
I love the dusk setting. There is so much determination (and for me, humor). This fellow could be out there awhile! 😂
Reminds me of the saying: “close” only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades ☺️
Trying to flip that here. Close is not good enough for the speaker of this poem!
Close also counts in slow dancing, as I recall 😂
I understand! But it’s what was evoked for me.
It felt as though you had captured a moment in my own experience of tossing horseshoes at dusk. Goosebumps.
Thank you, Jill!
Josh, Where is the next stanza? You left me hanging!
Very evocative of the moment.
Thank you, David! I suspect that this poem must finish in you 😊
I love the dusk setting. There is so much determination (and for me, humor). This fellow could be out there awhile! 😂