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Black-Eyed Susans

 

Scattered sun drops
Dot the earth
Stretching, reaching toward the sky
Gazing
With their one black eye
Nose cones pointed way up high
Petals burning sun-burst bright
Ready to rocket
Away
Good-bye
Back to the sun
In the far away sky
(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

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Butterfly

Tumbling through sunlight

Like a leaf in the wind,
The kite of a fairy
That’s broken its string,
The butterfly waltzes
To the echoes of spring,
Without ever wondering

What’s lifting her wings.

I’ve been watching the swallowtails gather at the butterfly bush. I caught a picture of this one last week. For the poem I thought spring worked better than autumn, so of course I used “poetic license.” Why limit yourself to what actually happened?

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(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

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Acorns

photo by zimpenfish

Little heads
Without their faces,
Wearing hats,
Going places.

If I don’t write often, I feel rusty. It can be hard to scrape the rust off. I need to read my favorite children’s poets, and I need to go out for a walk. I feel the rhythm of my footsteps, and I look for things to write about. I take my notebook with me and write down ideas and phrases. Yesterday, when I was out walking, I saw acorns all over the sidewalk. This is what they made me think of.

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(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

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School Work

I know where my lunchbox goes
And I can tie my shoe,
But what I really want to know
Is how to talk to you.
I can read the little words
And I can count by two,
But what I really want to learn
Is how to play with you.
It’s not the reading or the math
That’s hard for me to do.
The hardest thing I do at school
Is sit with someone new.

(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

Last week I was thinking about the first day of school. This week I’ve been thinking about the first week and the things that make school hard. I’ve also been asking myself: What do I really hope my kids will learn this year?

Happy Birthday, Growing Wild!

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