The Way a Crow

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The way a crow

shook down on me

a dust of snow

from a hemlock tree

has given my heart

a change of mood

and saved some part

of a day I had rued. 

              –Robert Frost

This poem popped into my head one day when I’d gone skiing through a hemlock forest after a really bad morning. And it really and truly did give my heart a change of mood. Thank you, Robert Frost.

Believe It or Not

Amy and Faith at booksigning

Faith Worster was in second grade when I signed this copy of Rachel Fister for  her. This month–all grown up now– she published her OWN children’s book, called Chronicles of Magic. Here she is signing her own book recently.

” I wanted to thank you for helping inspire me to write, ” she tweeted to me.

Has anyone out there been inspired to do some writing of their own by meeting a ‘real author’? If so, maybe you will follow in Faith’s footsteps and become a ‘real author.’ Just be sure to let the author know. It’s a real thrill to hear stories like this!

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Why I Don’t Write Poems

In honor of National Poetry month, I bravely post here my very first, and likely last, poem, inspired by Richard Blanco’s wonderful poem for the President’s inauguration, <a title=”One Today” href=”http://www.richard-blanco.com/inaugural-poet/one-today.php”>One Today</a>,  and by his  equally wonderful reading in Portland earlier this month.

Why I Don’t Write Poems

When it came time to pen

his poem about America, fellow

Mainer Richard Blanco wrote about

a school bus “pencil yellow.”

No one asked me to write that ode

but if they had

it would have been a

a school bus “mustard-yellow.”

And that is why

Richard Blanco is a poet

and I…

‘m not.