I was around when Anna was born, and watched her grow, a small, quiet girl with an independent spirit right from the beginning. I love reading her blog. This one is particularly poignant, because I knew and loved her granny as well. No one had as young a spirit as she did.
Here is a photo meme for you!
“secret place”
This photo was taken at the top of Fish Creek Park (by Parkland subdivision) in Calgary,
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Your assignment:
1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).
4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.
I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).
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poem- the last time November 3, 2013
The last time
I was here,
you
were
here,
too.
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(In response to a WritersDigest.com prompt)
poem- joy in an email
Your words are joy
Not just the message in them
but the fact you composed them
for me.
I am grateful
that you are in my world,
that you take time to write
for me.
poem- on the edge November 2, 2013
On the knife edge of poetry
you perch,
your bloody feet poised to leap
into my soul.
poem- reminiscence
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The rain on this sky light
makes me long for
pattering on the tin roof,
a warm wood stove,
old friends
from then.
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Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.
Oh look! It was for sale again! http://pglistings.ca/buy/17360_Woods_Road Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993. I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom. Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it). I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs! We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way. I wonder where their living room furniture is? >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place. Sometimes I still dream of this house.
poem- grey
Seven days
since you promised,
the grey cloak
over the hills
offers no warmth
for my wishful heart.
poem- perspective October 31, 2013
Honey lips
wake me
to a dreamy reality:
Unexpected pleasures,
moonlight impressions.
Your laughter
invites me to discover
a new perspective.
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quote- fly off
Apollinaire said
“Come to the edge,” he said.
They said, “We are afraid.”
“Come to the edge,” he said.
They came.
He pushed them…
and they flew
-Christopher Logue
This the essence of teaching: challenging our students to take a risk, so they can achieve more than they ever thought was possible.
Shawn L. Bird 