Happiness
Hey all. Guess what? I was reading The DePauw today and I noticed that I got first place for the best rhymed poem in the Indiana Collegiate Press Association competition. How cool is that? The poem was published in last semester's A Midwestern Review.
So, here's the poem . . .
Long Night Moon
By: Caroline Wadsworth
When blue ice hangs like dinner knives
in the starving winter month
December changes lives.
The hunting owl perches, cries
from cracking limbs and the children hunch
against the cold as deep shadows arrive.
They scurry home for their supper
to dry their feet and warm their cheeks,
eat summer yams, bread and soup.
They whisper about their weary father-
he has not come to the table for weeks.
But they will withstand the winter brute,
walk into the cold air
to watch the rising moon, blue, fair.
Enjoy!
Oh, and Duke Wright took a sports photo at the Monon game that won best sports photo. Guess what? I told him to take that photo. He wouldn't even have know the shot was there if it wasn't for me!
So, here's the poem . . .
Long Night Moon
By: Caroline Wadsworth
When blue ice hangs like dinner knives
in the starving winter month
December changes lives.
The hunting owl perches, cries
from cracking limbs and the children hunch
against the cold as deep shadows arrive.
They scurry home for their supper
to dry their feet and warm their cheeks,
eat summer yams, bread and soup.
They whisper about their weary father-
he has not come to the table for weeks.
But they will withstand the winter brute,
walk into the cold air
to watch the rising moon, blue, fair.
Enjoy!
Oh, and Duke Wright took a sports photo at the Monon game that won best sports photo. Guess what? I told him to take that photo. He wouldn't even have know the shot was there if it wasn't for me!