Memories Of Simple Things
Graduations, job interviews and anniversaries
These days invade photo albums and insist on being remembered
But I prefer to think of the days that curl up in your lap and purr
Days that warm my face like a steaming cup of tea
Rainy days spent lying in the grass watching clouds drift
Some days seem significant—
But I prefer to cuddle up to the soft memories of simple things
-Katherine Westermann, age 18
Lane County, Oregon
Poetry Post Partner for Memories of Simple Things
Across the Basin
Across the wide darkness
between the lights of the barnyards and houses
moving slowly, like just awake stars
swathers at night, glowing
in the alfalfa dust
each leaving a lined pattern through
invisible fields, rows which wait
the further geometry of hay bales.
If you stand on the ridge
the engines become a fine hum,
no less music than the mosquito
or midge, who, like you,
cannot resist the pull of warm air
suddenly alive with harvest.
–M.E. Hope
This poem appeared in the Jefferson Monthly, Sept. 2007 issue
Ask the Poems for Memories Of Simple Things & Across the Basin
1. How do you gather warmth?
2. How are you just-wake?
3. What are the gifts of your harvest?
4. How are your dreams like living creatures?
5. How is the ordinary world made extraordinary?
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