The Brooks Street Classic:
likely the only contest
in which you'll see your
kids, your accountant, your spouse,
your neighbors, and your pastor
compete for local glory.
A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
Gloria filiorum patres - The glory of sons is their fathers
ReplyDelete