Last night we walked along the eastern edge of the city and visited Waterfront Park, a beautiful, kid-friendly park with a splashing fountain, pier, and stunning views of Charleston Harbor. As we strolled along, the boys pointed out Fort Sumter and Fort Moultrie, tried to find the U.S.S. Yorktown far across the water, breathed in the smell of pluff mudd, and delighted in a dolphin swimming close by. We remembered the projects and reports they worked so hard on during the past school year, discussed the devastating fire and earthquake that wreaked havoc upon the city in the 1860s, and talked about the old city walls and whether or not they are old enough to go on a ghost tour (“Not yet,” was my answer).
Will and Ben in front of the fountain
It is always fun for me to see the dawning of understanding when children make real connections between what they have been taught in school and what they experience in the “real world.” Charleston is more than good food, great gelato, and fun tourist attractions—I have long known this, and I am glad that my boys are learning this lesson so young. As I sit on my sister’s screened-in back porch drinking iced coffee, writing, and watching my puppy play, the early-morning sounds of the nearby salt marsh draw me in and I look forward to our day ahead.
I hope you enjoy my poem for today! Happy Writing!
As twilight falls, the line between past and present blurs.
Lessons forgotten in summer’s lull surface like the dolphins playing in the pink harbor water,
Bringing projects and tests and restless study sessions to life.
History is not just stuff teachers talk about.
Sumter and Hunley, sweetgrass and slavery are more than words;
They are threads that compose the city’s fabric, for better or for worse.
The night comes, suspended between then and now,While crickets and cicadas clamor in the swaying palmettos.
I pulled them in for a hug, but not fast
enough to catch the dolphin in the photo!