Take a Bow

Words

Words….the subject/theme of Spin Cycle this week.  When I first saw the theme, the idea that immediately came to mind was how different regions of the country pronounce the same words so differently.  I discarded that idea for another time and then I thought about doing the post I earlier said I was going to do and haven’t yet. I was going to take one of the letters that we had received from my mother in law (who is Japanese and still lives in Japan and uses a translator for her letters) and give you her letter verboten with what I THOUGHT she meant to say.  Then a whole nother theme developed in my head.

I read on someone’s blog the other day (I can’t remember who) about learning a new language. I think it was in response to Mama Kat’s writing assignment about there only being 26 letters in the alphabet and how that didn’t seem to be enough.   How it was so much harder to learn another foreign language.  I personally feel that it would be a very daunting task to learn English as an adult.  I mean think about it. All the different words that are spelled the same, but have different meanings AND all the words that sound the same but aren’t spelled the same and have different meanings. 

To illustrate this, I wrote a little poem for your amusement.  Please, sit back, enjoy!

I shot my bow up in the air,

To retrieve the bow that fell from my hair.

It’s really pretty with lots of flair.

Where could I have left it? Oh, where?

I think I may have dropped it though

When I was climbing trees with Bo

Bo is my lovely beau, you know?

Now where did that little bow go?

I bow my head and say a quick prayer

I need to find that bow for my hair!

See Bo gave me that bow and that’s why I care

To lose it is something I just can’t bear.

The bough bowed low

Withered, shriveled, bent to and fro

‘Twould be easy to grasp it and give it a go

Though where I am sure I do not know

I gave a curtsy, Bo gave a bow.

We climbed onto the lowest bough.

We searched high and low, here and now.

We found my bow though I’m not sure how.

Of course it helps to enlist help from your bro

When climbing trees to look for a bow

Though found it was by my beau Bo

Who is a wonderful guy, just so you know.

This little ditty surely shows

how hard it is to search for bows

or the proper use of words one knows.

Life’s linguistic highs and lows

Word to your mother….