Tuesday, November 8, 2016
DMC: "Swinging from the Black Walnut Tree" by Mary York
SWINGING FROM THE BLACK WALNUT TREE
To and fro through the breath of summer
Alone in my thoughts
Wind kissing my hair
Back and forth
The rhythm defined
By legs out-stretched
Legs drawn under
Swinging toward heaven
Singing my heart’s expression
And feeling fine.
© 2016 Mary York. All rights reserved.
Ann Rider has challenged us to write poems about places of refuge and solace this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our November 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, November 25th, and one lucky participant will win a copy of BEFORE MORNING by Joyce Sidman, illustrated by Beth Krommes, courtesy of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Books for Young Readers.