Editor Lorette Luzajic included a new poem of mine in her Ekphrastic Review. She paired it with the photo above that son Jon took some years back. It’s a great treat to me to have my words enhanced by his great images and shared with the world. I’m hoping for a shared book – someday! Here’s the link:
Son Jon made a notable journey through New Zealand a few years back. He went far and high and by himself to take many wonderful photos. I paired one with a mountain poem of mine and the Ekphrastic Review just published both. Do take a look.
Photo by Jon Walton
I thank Editor Jayne Jaudon Ferrer for including my brief poem on Your Daily Poem. It seems to have pleased and I’m glad. I always try to keep it simple!
When my sons were small, we drove across deserts, mountains and plains to reach Iowa, often leaving before dawn so they could sleep. Leonard’s ladies of the harbor and Suzanne sang us through sagebrush wastes and endless Nebraska wheat. Years passed and older son Jeremy became friends with Lorca, Leonard’s daughter. Lonely miles eased by good songs and my son’s friendship prompt me to offer this poem in Leonard’s memory.
My poem “Brew of Bolts” was recently published in Verse Virtual. It’s a tribute to both of my grandfathers and to America on Veterans Day. I have to give a nod to Carl Sandberg. I didn’t set out to emulate him, but great poets often pull lesser ones along with them. Here’s the poem and the link:
A brew of bolts
And nuts and nails
Stewed in the musty bottom drawer
Of my grandfather’s tool chest.
I stirred them with a finger,
Awakened clinking voices
Of Ford pickups, IH tractors and
Bursting through Atlantic waves
Bound for England
Or a U-boat’s torpedo.
America – with a sweaty collar and
Calloused hands –
America, the beautiful.
Election Day is just prior to Veterans Day. I’d like everyone to think of the latter as they participate in the former. I’d like to remind folks that the wars of the past sixty-six years – aside from the tens of thousands of dead and hundreds of thousands of wounded, if anything can be aside from them – have sorely wounded our Constitution. Our founders well knew that war can be used to manipulate ordinary citizens. That’s why they vested the power to declare war in ordinary citizens – through our elected representatives. Our representatives have run from their responsibilities for many decades to the harm of us all. My poem recalls the price we’ve paid. Responsibility for changing our course lies with us all. Here’s the link:
Photo by Ed Haskell
I recently discovered a great poem by Andrew Hudgins: At Chancellorsville. As most of you know by now, the Civil War is an abiding interest of mine. I’ve found that the personal moments, the insignificant details truly bring home the horror and tragedy of the War. At Chancellorsville offers such details, such moments. I’ve prepared common core activities that I hope will open this poem for young people. I’ve provided directed reading, scripted reading, reciprocal teaching, research questions and a poster assignment to help involve students with Hudgins’ words and with the turbulent times in which he lived.
Here’s the link: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/A-Civil-War-Poem-At-Chancellorsville-2763540