- Once the SOLSC was over, I knew I wanted to keep slicing on Tuesdays
- I have an old notebook and a tattered folder with some bits and pieces of old writing
- Last night, the BONS were together--eating, laughing, telling stories, and sharing writing
- The BONS know there is poetry hidden here and there in the notebook and folder
- It's Poetry Month
So really, there is no other choice. I'm feeling nudged (pushed, pulled, encouraged, called--you pick) to pull out a couple of the poems and put them here. Where you can see them.
To the BONS: I'm holding you all personally responsible for this!
This one was first written in spring of 2003, though it's about a fall tradition.
Round the bend
at the top of the hill,
smoke curls over the barn
where family history is made.
head toward the wind
like cattle shoulder to shoulder
in the pasture.
like looking into an old mirror;
it happened so quickly.
reconnecting with nods
and picking up
sticks across generations;
through change, much stays the same
as the family story goes on.