Fashion is featured for 

Stanza...Sunday!

After my recent trek in New York in the Fashion District, I was inspired to featured an attire-related poem.

This is by my student Joey, who is particularly pleased with his poem about an old football jersey:

The Old Shirt

By: Joey Walker

I am an old shirt

For I am only made of cotton

I am faded yellow and completely forgotten

I sit at the bottom of a big dusty drawer

Hoping to be worn if only once more

The last time I saw sunlight

Was so very long ago

I was on my master's back, I was his favorite you know

As the game continued on my future began to end

From the other side of the field the football he would send

The defender came at us from the right

And that is when he griped me tight

I felt the pain and saw the horror

For I was now ripped

And filled with sorrow

When we got home I was muddy, torn, and far from new

As we approached the big brown drawer

I knew my worst nightmare was coming true

He took me off and folded me up tight

In I went and after that I never saw the light

Thanks, Joey! Motivation to do some clothing spring -cleaning.

THIS WEEK: FINALLY MAKING IT TO CHARM CITY, HOME OF THE RAVENS...FINAL RESTING PLACE OF POE