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| Thanks to Candlewick Press for my copy! |
Notes from Gavin and Kyle are at the back! I wish this book could be accessible to all kids. It's new to me, but out in 2022. I'm so glad to have found it!
This is Saunders' first children's book!
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| Thanks to Candlewick Press for my copy! |
It's Poetry Friday, and Tanita S. Davis is hosting HERE at {fiction! instead of Lies}! It's time for a Poetry Sisters challenge,
Here's is the challenge I copied last month from Laura Purdie Salas:
If you’d like to write with us in November, here’s our mission: Pluck a line or a theme from Jane Hirshfield’s “Two Versions,” and let that inspire your poem. I don’t find an online version easily available, so I’ll give you the first two lines:
“In the first version I slept by a stream.
All night awake things traveled near.”
Be sure to share your poem on Friday, November 29th, and use #poetrypals if you share it on social.
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| Stream at Longcarne Farm - geograph.org.uk - 3958015.jpg |
More of November
“In the first version, I slept by a stream.
I dreamed.
And there you were, cuddled close,
Warming me, keeping us safe
From the world’s dangers.
Then, the second version took over.
My back chilled.
You were swept away, they said
Into a journey all alone, no goodbyes
That time, but this I know:
Someday, I’ll find the right stream,
and we’ll lie down together,
Like that first version!
Linda Baie ©
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| Thanks to Candlewick Press for my copy! |
It's Poetry Friday, and Karen Edmisten is hosting HERE at The Blog With The Shockingly Clever Title! You'll need to visit so you can see just what she's named it! Thanks for hosting, Karen!
We all have those special dates that we remember when they come. It's most often a loved one's birthday, and often they have passed on, but I also note the birthdays of extended family, ones I don't see very much anymore.
This coming Wednesday, November 20th, is my husband's birthday. He hasn't been with us for eleven years, but I'm sure you know that I will always remember and keep him close especially on his day! This week, Poem a Day shared a poem that touched me deeply. It is new to me and I want to share it, for all of you, and for Arvie, "my love", a Happy Birthday!
| At the head of the table, probably a holiday long ago! |
At The Mid Hour of Night
by Thomas Moore
1779 – 1852
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remembered, even in the sky.
Then I sing the wild song ’twas once such pleasure to hear!
When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear;
And, as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! ’tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 9, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.
You can access the entry here which includes the audio, too.