True Grit

I missed Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus yesterday because I was on the road, returning home from our Newport Beach family reunion. Just had to give it a go this morning, because the prompt was such fun: a picture instead of words, and it recalled a memory I thought would be fun to share in verse. (I spent part of my childhood living in the desert, and this one's based on a true story!)

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True Grit
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson



I'll make a bet with you, Dad said.
(The desert heat was roasting.)
I'll cook your breakfast right out here.
I thought that he was boasting.

Why, everybody knows that eggs
can't fry up on the ground.
But I was wrong; I knew it when
I heard that sizzling sound.

I looked down, and my jaw dropped.
I cried out with sheer delight.
That egg was frying on the sidewalk!
What an awesome sight.

Dad handed me a fork, and
my enthusiasm fled.
I take my eggs with hash browns,
but he gave me grit(s) instead.

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