Friday, August 13, 2004
Ted Kooser named Poet Laureate.
(Hear all about it at NPR.)
I've loved his work a long time and have often used it in teaching metaphor to kids in younger grades. I think it's lovely that poetry so straightforward and well-wrought has gained such recognition.
A Birthday Poem
Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucketfor the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.
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Monday, August 09, 2004
Baseball Poems
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