Mike's Meadow Muffin for May 30, 2005
Right Where I left It
I started life a South paw,
In grade one, I slipped right through.
But they set out to put the cure on me,
When I was in grade two.
The transition wasn't easy,
But that ol' teacher held her ground,
Any time I used my left hand,
on my knuckles she would pound!
Yes, I learned to use my right hand,
But often shook with silent rage,
When chided for bad penmanship,
or a poorly drawn art page.
With my right hand out of action
from a recent riding fall.
I tried writing with my left,
and it weren't that bad at all !
So lately I've been practicing,
with paintbrush rope and pen.
My left hands skills are childlike,
but that's where I left it,
way back when !