“Take your child outside” a local event in town was on Saturday. After spending more than two hours learning so many things about our local watershed and marsh, the last item on our passport was to use this poetry wall to write a poem about our experiences.
My boys (husband included) looked directly at me, “Mama, you can write the poem.” I refused. Instead, all four of us looked over the words on the wall. Some already in other poems, some free-floating, all words were fair game. (more…)