Monday, May 7, 2018

DMC: "Peer Review" by Lana Wayne Koehler




PEER REVIEW

Squirrels
With their
Chattering, climbing, jumping,
The way they leave hickory nut shells
On the previously white railing
Scampering up to my window
To peer into my life
Like I peer into theirs
Waiting for me
To watch them
Again. 


© 2018 Lana Wayne Koehler. All rights reserved.


Click HERE to read this month's interview with Julie Fogliano. She has challenged us to stare out the window and write a poem about what we see. You might even consider writing something down every day for a week:
At the end of the week, read through what you wrote and write your favorite bits on a separate piece of paper. I bet there will be a poem in there somewhere… see if you can find it.  – J. F.
Leave your poem on our May 2018 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, May 25th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her stunning new picture book from Roaring Brook Press:






8 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem. They are quite entertaining little peeping Toms!

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  2. I love this, Lana, especially the way you're peering into each other's lives. Your title is brilliant. :) Squirrels are my main window entertainment too, but the relationship seems to be a bit more one-sided.

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  3. It is fun to see those lively squirrels peeking in as you peek out. Even on the coldest days, "Chattering, climbing, jumping". I love it!

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  4. It is a two way show, isn't it. This is wonderful.

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  5. Fun poem, and I like how you've captured the squirrels activity Lana, they've been especially active since the weather has warmed.

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  6. These squirrels sound just like the squirrels I watch while having my morning coffee.So playful & onery as they run around the big tree.Great poem Lana!

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  7. Ha! "Waiting for me to watch them again." I have a squirrel who visits outside my window most days. This sounds like him. Thanks for the sweet poem.

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  8. When I go visit my friends they have a few in there yard I live to watch them leap branch to branch I love all your lines

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