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Part of my travels included Rogersville
Public Library, where I presented
FRESH DELICIOUS, and readers
made veggie art (using asparagus
paintbrushes and bell pepper stamps). |
Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit marvelous Mary Lee at
A Year of Reading for Roundup. I've been traveling and thrifting and reading and writing and traveling and thrifting and reading and writing... not much time at my desk, which is lovely, but also has me a bit scattered! That's okay, right? I know Poetry Friday folks might even
appreciate a little scatteredness! :) Therefore, I'm in with a hodgepodge of poetry today. Enjoy!
1. Earlier this spring I heard
R.L. Stine talk about how he came to write the Goosebumps series, and all the spin-offs. He opened his talk with this poem:
HAUNTED
by Shel Silverstein
I dare you all to go into
The Haunted House on Howlin’ Hill,
Where squiggly things with yellow eyes
Peek past the wormy window sill.
We’ll creep into the moonlit yard,
Where weeds reach out like fingers,
And through the rotted old front door
A-squeakin’ on it hinges,
Down the dark and whisperin’ hall,
Past the musty study,
Up the windin’ staircase--
Don’t step on the step that’s bloody--
Through the secret panel
To the bedroom where we’ll slide in
To the ragged cobweb dusty bed
Ten people must have died in.
And the bats will screech,
And the spirits will scream,
And the thunder will crash
Like a horrible dream,
And we’ll sing with the zombies
And dance with the dead.
And howl at the ghost
With the axe in his head,
And--come to think of it what do you say
We go get some ice cream instead?
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Now isn't that exactly what you 'd expect from R.L. Stine?!
2. Also this spring I got to meet
Watt Key, author of ALABAMA MOON and a number of other books. We got to talking, and I asked him what he would read at a "My Favorite Poem" event. Right away he cited this poem:
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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This poem has been read at nearly every My Favorite Poem event I have attended!
3. After I'd given a library presentation -- including poems from FRESH DELICIOUS, WHEN THE SUN SHINES ON ANTARCTICA and DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST, a little girl gave me this little stuffed giraffe:
She said it was because she loved how courageous the giraffe is in this poem:
Triptych
for a Thirsty Giraffe
Craving
Leaves turn
to dust,
mouth cottons,
tongue
becomes
swollen log.
Must find water.
Caution
Water hole, at last.
Rhinos, elephants,
warthogs, impalas.
Watch out for lions!
Security-camera eyes
scan water's edge.
Must be safe.
Courage
Long legs contort,
widen into triangles.
Step by step by step
until, yes!
Tongue whirlpools water
into mouth.
Must not stop.
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4. Another gift I received recently was from a friend Ann, who shared with me a handmade ornament with words we both consider to be a poem:
BE KIND
TO EACH
OTHER
Ann shared that she'd spotted the words on a sign at a march she was participating in, and she knew she needed to share them.
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The Capacity of Speech
It is easy to be decent to speechless things.
To hang houses for the purple martins
To nest in. To bed down the horses under
The great white wing of the year's first snow.
To ensure the dog and cat are comfortable.
To set out suet for the backyard birds.
To put the poorly-shot, wounded deer down.
To nurse its orphaned fawn until its spots
Are gone. To sweep the spider into the glass
And tap it out into the grass. To blow out
The candle and save the moth from flame.
To trap the black bear and set it free.
To throw the thrashing brook trout back.
How easy it is to be decent
To things that lack the capacity of speech,
To feed and shelter whatever will never
Beg us or thank us or make us ashamed.
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Poetry is everywhere, isn't it? Thanks for reading!
