Notes from One Writer to Another
Yesterday on the way home from lunch, we spotted some things that looked like rocks amid the sage, junipers, and pinon at the base of the Monument’s cliffs just off South Broadway between Fruita and Grand Junction (western Colorado). I pulled off the road, and, sure enough, the bighorns were there. It wasn’t this bunch. It was a group of bachelor rams snoozing in the early spring sun.You never know what you will see! Even a drive across town can be an adventure.
This month’s word on David Harrison’s blog is “snake.” I can’t touch Emily Dickinson’s “narrow fellow in the grass,” but I gave it a quick try. It’s a great subject. Come on! Give it shot. The link to post is below.
Adult “W.O.M.” Poems | Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog.
Here’s mine:
Snake
Silent
it slides,
footless
through
spring
grass
articulating
unspeakable
mysteries
of mutability.
Sudden,
consciousless
satiation,
without
so much
as a hiss:
silent
via Adult “W.O.M.” Poems | Children’s Author David L. Harrison’s Blog.
Picture book authors, teachers, and poets, don’t miss this fabulous collection of collective nouns. Never heard of them? Take a look. You will be enchanted.
This morning we walked at Red Rocks Lake near Fruita, Colorado. The golden leaves on cottonwoods by the Colorado are turning brittle and brown. Many have fallen off.
The air is on edge with flocks of birds headed south along the flyway. Some land in the trees. Others rest on the lakes. It is a time of nervousness, excitement, and peril.
For today write about:
Near the end of the day instead of its start, here’s mine:
Coots
It doesn’t seem fair
that coots
should be so
sadly designed,
with feet
not as webbed
as more
efficient water birds
and wings so weak
they must
run across
the water
to take off
from the lake.
On winter ice
they wander
among larger
birds like
goslings.
Even their
name is
plain and simple.
though tinged
with shady character.
Where they go
in summer
I do not know,
but every fall
they flock back.
Though less
than fair,
the coots
endure.
copyright Linda J. Armstrong, 10/28/2012; all rights reserved
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