tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post3449862231282380070..comments2024-03-29T07:40:54.130-06:00Comments on TeacherDance: Poetry Friday - Hide-OutLinda Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-53986054533399244552015-09-27T07:50:51.773-06:002015-09-27T07:50:51.773-06:00Oh, it's a marvelous capture of another 'h...Oh, it's a marvelous capture of another 'hiding out', Heidi. I'll be sure to print this out & keep it. Maybe it's time to collect tree poems? Thank you.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-41221312698949847492015-09-27T07:48:45.230-06:002015-09-27T07:48:45.230-06:00I've never had a weeping willow in my life, Ju...I've never had a weeping willow in my life, Julie. Love hearing your story of 'hiding out'" in one, and the apple trees, too. Being in an orchard this time of year is indeed heavenly.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-7999433774808423182015-09-27T04:07:57.381-06:002015-09-27T04:07:57.381-06:00Linda, I am so enjoying getting to know the young ...Linda, I am so enjoying getting to know the young Me's of our community! Your tree experience reminds me of this one from my first book which says "you" but is really about me. But I think we humans are all dryads, inside....<br /><br />How to Run Away | Heidi Mordhorst<br /><br /><br />Take money. Pack light. Coast your bike<br />down the fastest hill in the neighborhood.<br />The one by the Baptist church is good.<br /><br />Claim a weeping willow: plunge through<br />hanging curtains to find a private room.<br />The swish of long leaves keeps you company. <br /><br />Or lie under a cedar with triple trunks <br />capturing air and space above you.<br />Its needles make a pungent carpet.<br /><br />Or climb a dense magnolia. There are<br />leathery leaves to hide you from enemies,<br />fuzzy grenades to lob through the branches.<br /><br />Then go shopping. You don’t need much:<br />saltines, peanut butter, a carton of milk.<br />Your finger makes a perfect knife.<br /><br />Now move in and build your nest.<br />Hang your bag on a twiggy hook.<br /><br />Stay. Eat. Read your book.<br />Stay until you know they’re worried.<br />Stay until you miss your brother.<br /> Stay until the shadows cool your mood.<br /><br />Then pump your book, your bag, your bike<br />back up that hardest hill <br />toward home.<br />Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16390683254344950352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-33878145482824525742015-09-26T19:54:39.323-06:002015-09-26T19:54:39.323-06:00Tree memories: Oh, gosh - so many! I swung from a ...Tree memories: Oh, gosh - so many! I swung from a tree branch once on a huge, long knotted rope, out over a ravine - and I fell off mid-swing. Thought I was a goner, but the trees all around had dropped so many leaves, they softened my landing. That was a tree I never forgot! Another memory - my grandmother's weeping willow. I just loved the name of it - weeping willow. I thought I could see how sad it was, all the branches hanging down - sad and beautiful. So easily moved by wind, whispering all the time. And I could stand beneath it and not be seen because the branches went all the way straight down to the grass - a perfect hiding place. Also: so many apple trees in so many yards - everyone deserves to grow up with memories of apple trees, don't you think? To be on my back under an apple tree, taking bites of a juicy apple and watching the clouds - that's my idea of Heaven. Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-28805179619195008532015-09-26T16:40:14.834-06:002015-09-26T16:40:14.834-06:00Thanks, Jama. I appreciate your words.Thanks, Jama. I appreciate your words.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-75151029285621139752015-09-26T16:16:38.928-06:002015-09-26T16:16:38.928-06:00Lovely poem, Linda. Love blossoming tree, blossomi...Lovely poem, Linda. Love blossoming tree, blossoming me!!jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-23044384968581075552015-09-26T12:03:44.753-06:002015-09-26T12:03:44.753-06:00I imagine that the colleges would love to read an ...I imagine that the colleges would love to read an essay about the small things important in a young person's life. Thanks, Tabatha, Perhaps this, & others from Michelle's post, will inspire your son, too. Best wishes to him!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-28359378306843562002015-09-26T11:23:19.112-06:002015-09-26T11:23:19.112-06:00I'm glad you took Michelle's challenge, Li...I'm glad you took Michelle's challenge, Linda! <br />Maybe because my son is in the throes of college applications, it reminds me of how the apps ask you to write essays about things that changed you, made you who you are, and people are tempted to name big, obvious events, but sometimes something that was more subtle and everyday shaped you in big ways. Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-88255838819099055232015-09-26T08:06:51.752-06:002015-09-26T08:06:51.752-06:00You're welcome, Sylvia. Glad to hear you got t...You're welcome, Sylvia. Glad to hear you got to go back in time and remember.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-78309135741762321132015-09-26T08:05:56.593-06:002015-09-26T08:05:56.593-06:00Thanks, Mary Lee, wouldn't it be lovely if eve...Thanks, Mary Lee, wouldn't it be lovely if every child had a tree?Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-72102546068417728672015-09-26T08:05:19.915-06:002015-09-26T08:05:19.915-06:00You're welcome, terrific to hear your memory!You're welcome, terrific to hear your memory!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-39877473591481320442015-09-26T07:18:07.233-06:002015-09-26T07:18:07.233-06:00Hi, Linda, thanks for joining our Poetry Friday ga...Hi, Linda, thanks for joining our Poetry Friday gathering this week-- and for sharing this tender poem! It made me think of my time with my Oma and Opa when I was growing up-- and my love for climbing trees! Sylvia Vardellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16970790447637356879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-42641355788489895112015-09-26T04:32:51.048-06:002015-09-26T04:32:51.048-06:00I had a special tree growing up, too. You captured...I had a special tree growing up, too. You captured what such a tree can do for a girl!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-85673423220234278012015-09-26T04:23:43.566-06:002015-09-26T04:23:43.566-06:00This reminds me of how much I used to love to clim...This reminds me of how much I used to love to climb trees. I would hide myself on a branch and conjure up stories in my head. Thanks for sharing this.Gathering Bookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686719931775209647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-40250750991123369922015-09-25T21:49:44.800-06:002015-09-25T21:49:44.800-06:00Ah-clever indeed, Bridget. Thank you for the grin....Ah-clever indeed, Bridget. Thank you for the grin.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-36847866272966707422015-09-25T21:49:11.629-06:002015-09-25T21:49:11.629-06:00Thank you, Carmela. Yes, I feel lucky to have had ...Thank you, Carmela. Yes, I feel lucky to have had wonderful ones in my life. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-54554337329111176792015-09-25T21:48:23.789-06:002015-09-25T21:48:23.789-06:00You're welcome, Jeannine, a lovely thought to ...You're welcome, Jeannine, a lovely thought to hear from you.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-15424013384597462652015-09-25T21:47:42.183-06:002015-09-25T21:47:42.183-06:00I love hearing about your memory, Diane. Mimosas a...I love hearing about your memory, Diane. Mimosas are beautiful. Thanks.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-13146768983015887872015-09-25T21:46:36.688-06:002015-09-25T21:46:36.688-06:00This poem is a beautiful blossom, Linda! I love th...This poem is a beautiful blossom, Linda! I love the line: "my summer A-C" - cool! (pun intended) =)Bridget Mageehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185985167366724404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-35246317056079573282015-09-25T18:27:44.071-06:002015-09-25T18:27:44.071-06:00Love this, Linda, especially the last two lines.
Y...Love this, Linda, especially the last two lines.<br />You were so blessed to be able to know your grandparents so well--2 of mine were gone before I was born, and the other 2 lived an ocean away. Carmela Martinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15543808551988338496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-48194360008206473872015-09-25T18:22:40.421-06:002015-09-25T18:22:40.421-06:00I love how the tree made you a noticer -- and, as ...I love how the tree made you a noticer -- and, as the best poems can make us, I saw myself in that tree, too. Thank you. Jeannine Atkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12886966069866356470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-33281044468278438422015-09-25T16:44:04.516-06:002015-09-25T16:44:04.516-06:00We had a stunning mimosa tree in our front yard. ...We had a stunning mimosa tree in our front yard. I've never seen such a striking pink on any other mimosa I've come across. I lived in NY growing up; mimosas don't generally live in NH, so I miss seeing them.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-74112229678012381422015-09-25T16:00:30.906-06:002015-09-25T16:00:30.906-06:00Thank you, Ramona. My childhood was one that I rem...Thank you, Ramona. My childhood was one that I remember and treasure, lots of play, play, play. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-29456189394059577372015-09-25T15:59:36.117-06:002015-09-25T15:59:36.117-06:00I haven't read it yet, but will. Ingrid, as I ...I haven't read it yet, but will. Ingrid, as I wrote above, is interested in finding a tree to climb. We're searching! Thanks, Carol.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-10149502999551236642015-09-25T15:31:53.679-06:002015-09-25T15:31:53.679-06:00Love the memories present in this poem - "my ...Love the memories present in this poem - "my summer A-C." Trees do provide lovely respite from the summer heat. And such encouragement to become the best me possible. Thanks for sharing!Ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15929914252480696798noreply@blogger.com