I won’t often duplicate content here and at Bonny Glen. Hardly ever never. The extremely rare exception will be special announcements like this one:
George Ella Lyons wrote a poem about the things that shape a person, the events and images and words that cohere to create a sense of place. “I am from the dirt under the black porch./ (Black, glistening,/ it tasted like beets.)” The poem has become a meme; you may have seen examples here and there.
Now Loni, one of my fellow ClubMom Bloggers, is sponsoring a contest: Write your own version of the “I Am From” poem—or have your kid write one—and post it on your blog. Send Loni the link and she’ll enter you in her contest. She’s offering actual prizes!
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“He imitates the world he drove away…”
Always leave thread in the needle
Poetry Friday: from The Bat-Poet
Feast Your Eyes and Ears