Written for Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Our PoW, Nigel, challenges us to
choose a specific aspect of our
life and write about the moment
it began to feel different.

I watch Mr. Moose count acorns, call it only
kid stuff
I yawn through Bunny Rabbit’s tricks and feel
so bored
I smooth my skirt the way my mother does, then rise to
stand tall
My fingers find the dial and turn it slowly till it clicks
off now
I leave the blanket fort behind, throw wide the door….
goodbye
NAR©2026
#W3
Nancy’s Notes: A Waltmarie is a poem of exactly ten lines. The odd lines are longer with no fixed syllable count; the even lines are exactly two syllables each. The result is two separate poems: one comprised of the odd lines while the even lines form a complete secondary mini-poem. The Waltmarie was created by poet Candace Kubinec and named in honor of fellow poets Marie Elena Good and Walter J. Wojtanik.
This is “Flowers on the Wall” by The Statler Brothers
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, except where otherwise indicated, and may not be used without permission. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
Beautiful take, Nancy.
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Thanks so very much, Indira.
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Nancy, I love how “I smooth my skirt the way my mother does” shows her wish to grow up, making that last “goodbye” feel brave and a little sad!
~David
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As children, we are always looking to our parents as role models and examples we can imitate …. until we reach a certain age and want nothing to do with our parents! It’s a universal stage of adolescence! David, I’m so pleased to know you enjoyed my poem, and could relate to that line in particular. Thank you very much. ☺️
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*hug!*
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hi, Nancy❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Reena, is now live until next Monday:
Enjoy!
~David
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This is an interesting format. Will try it out sometime.
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Oh, I hope you do, Reena! It’s fun to write! Thank you 😊
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So well written dear sis
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Thanks so much, dear sis. 🥰
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🧡🧡🧡
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This is a great form for this prompt. “I smooth my skirt the way my mother does, then rise to’ such a great transition line.
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Oh, thanks so much, Heather. I remember at that age imitating my mother and the other adult females in my life; they were my role models, after all! I’m so pleased to know you enjoyed my poem, especially that line. Thanks for reading. ☺️
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So wonderful to have close female role models. It was my pleasure to read.
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Nancy, this brought back so many memories! I loved Captain Kangaroo and all the characters on the show! You have mastered the Waltmarie!!!
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What a lovely comment, Val! I’m so pleased to know so many of my friends also relate to Captain Kangaroo and remember the good old days! Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. ☺️
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Nancy you are very welcome!
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That’s adolescence. Words and picture perfect.
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Thanks, my friend. Sometimes I wonder how my mother coped, then I look at my adults kids and smile …. then I laugh knowing they’re going through it now with their own kids! 😄
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Hi Nancy. Thank you for introducing me to a new form. I loved your poem. I love how you mimicked your mother’s behavior as the transition to adulthood happened.. smoothing your skirt the way your mother did…
And the last two lines, 👌
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Thanks so much, Nigel. This was a very interesting topic for a challenge and I felt the Waltmarie was well suited for it. It’s always a pleasure for me to participate in a W3. ☺️
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Your presence and talent are always appreciated.
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Aw, I loved the Captain!
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He was a big part of many childhoods. Thanks, Mitch.
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(I had a secret crush on Mr. Green Jeans) I may’ve left the blanket fort, but falling ping pong balls will always have special meaning for me. Nicely nostalgic, Nancy!
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Your secret is safe with me, Liz. Great memories, aren’t they? Thanks so much! ☺️
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I LOVED Captain Kangaroo! You could have stopped there — but you painted such a beautiful word picture/poem. Leaving the blanket fort, saying good-bye — yes, yes, yes.
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The Captain was a favorite for many years, Sally; there aren’t many shows on like that anymore. I’m so glad you enjoyed my coming-of-age poem; it was great fun to write. Thank you!
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When boredom sets in, I start counting flowers on the wall. I thought your poem was going to be about WalMart, Nancy.
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Hahaha! Thanks for the out-loud laugh, Jim. 😂
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I loved Captain Kangaroo. All these poetry forms you do, Nancy–I don’t remember learning anything like this in school. This, especially, is just wonderful!
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And Mr. Greenjeans, too! I didn’t learn any of this stuff in school, Lois. Our son is the town librarian; he told me about a poetry writing course being offered at the library which I attended and brought home a nifty book on poetry forms. I can’t draw or sew or build something but I can put words together and that makes me very happy. Thanks much, my friend. 😍
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Fine work. Cool form. Last 2 lines say it all. Thanks
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Fond memories of The Captain. Thanks, Ron.
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This growing up thingo is too much like hard work my friend …
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Haha! I never met a kanga I didn’t like! Thanks, my dear friend! 🥰🦘🤎
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They can be very friendly animals, Nancy 🥰🦘
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I love this Nance and the form is so effective- emphasising the split between childhood and young adulthood. The ending is wonderful- ‘I leave the blanket fort behind, throw wide the door….’ ❤️🙌
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I love the Waltmarie; it’s great fun and those two-syllable lines can be pesky. I’m delighted you enjoyed my little “loss of innocence” poem. Thanks, Ange 🥰
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🙌🩷
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