Poetic?
Granger is close to my house, so I knew it would be a short trip this morning. Granger runs from Clifton Boulevard to Detroit where it changes names to Larchmont on its continued route towards the highway. I made plans to stop at Breadsmith afterwards to pick up a loaf of bread and then power-walk home. I reflected on how “lucky” I was to live in a community where I had a local bread shop within walking distance.
My luck continued when I passed a flag paying tribute to the third largest metropolitan area in Ireland. Limerick is a city with a population of 100,000, so it is about twice the size of Lakewood. When I read the name Limerick, the first thing that popped in my head was a humorous poetic verse, five lines long with a rhyme scheme of AABBA. It is unconfirmed where limericks began, but poets in Limerick, Ireland were writing them in the 18th century. I decided to write my own limerick in honor of Granger.
Today was my day to walk Granger,
But the insects thought I was a stranger.
I got chased by a bee,
At St. James took a knee,
To thank God I avoided the danger.
This is all a true story. I was smelling a lilac bush near the end of the street when a large bumble bee started chasing me. I am scared of bees, having had a bad allergic reaction to a bee sting as a kid. Fortunately it zoomed away. Then when I arrived at the majestic steps of St. James Church on the corner of Granger and Detroit, I felt compelled to take a knee and say a short prayer of thankfulness. What an eventful day on Granger!
