Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

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Friday, June 20, 2014

Who Speaks for Our Mountains? Who Sings Their Songs: Poem 2


To reach the summit at last, to lie down in the grass, in spite of icky bugs, and breathe in the sky itself, all that blue, all those clouds swimming overhead, the wind  wrapping you inside its blanket, yes, that's what "up the trail" means, what 3rd grader Blaine Steely wants us to see and feel in this poem.  






UP


Many trees to climb

On top of the world

Up so high you can touch the sky

Narrow paths you can fall off of

Tricky trails to walk up

Alone time by yourself

Icky bugs you step on

Nice and quiet place

Sunsets at night   sunrise in the morning




by: Blaine Steely, 3rd grade
      Smoky Mountain Elementary School
 Cherokee Language class


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2 comments:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

wonderfully youthful and fresh

Nancy Simpson said...

Thank you. It does my heart good to hear the words of the young.