Category Archives: Poetry Friday

I’ve been rereading Writing Toward Home by Georgia Heard and came across “Valentine for Ernest Mann,” a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye. Here’s an excerpt: “…poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,they are sleeping. They are the shadowsdrifting across … Continue reading →

This morning I woke unsure about what day it was. When I was teaching full time, I often woke on the less structured days of summer unsure about the day. Now I have no excuse. I was delighted to remember … Continue reading →

I love to watch the birds come to the feeder. Some eat and run, others seem to linger awhile. It sometimes reminds me of friends gathering for a bite to eat to catch up on all the latest news. When … Continue reading →

The storm started just as I sat down to think about writing something for Poetry Friday. A few drops, then harder and harder. Rainstorms often remind me of Listen to the Rain by Bill Martin Jr. and John Archambault with … Continue reading →

First of all, a special congratulations to Mary Lee Hahn on her retirement. In addition to being a poet, teacher, and all around special person, Mary Lee is a fellow Stenhouse author. Her blog with Franki Sibberson, A Year of … Continue reading →