printed all the news fit to print.
The Hemmilas had a boy,
Erickson's cow was hit by lightening,
The Polks motored to Chicago
for their grandson's graduation.
Nothing to cause you anger
or "take to bed worry."
When you saw Willard
at the feed store, you could ask how
Mildred's broken leg was coming along,
send an anniversary card
to the Mattsens,
keep an eye out for
Johnson's lost calico cat.
The news connected you
safe in the knowledge
you were informed enough
to know just what
was going on.
This poem first appear in the Wilda Morris Poetry Challenge.
Used here with the authorís permission.