NC Woods

This comment came from Marcia Long in response to my post of John York's poem, "Naming the Constellations." The "simple, meager" poem that Marcia describes is not at all meager. Its simplicity is that of haiku, and I particularly love the simmering pines, remembering how the pines I grew up among smelled, especially on hot days. Walking in the woods was my favorite past-time, next to reading. Marcia could play with lineation to enhance the poem's mood and rhythm.

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I am a high school English teacher and a fan or yours. I thoroughly enjoyed John's poem, especially the line "a way to walk in our ancestors’ boots." The woods here in NC inspire me like the constellations inspire John. I love to walk my dogs and just sit and stare at the sky and the towering pines and imagine how our ancestors walked among these same trees so many years ago.

The following is a simple, meager poem, written in praise of my "spot":

"NC Woods"

These woods embrace me with the warm, sweet smell of simmering pines, whose branches have an old, old story to tell.

Marcia

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Anyone have any suggestions for Marcia as to how to work in some line-breaks? It might be interesting to compare results! And I'm hoping that Marcia will begin to write some more about that old, old story the pines have to tell.