the performers have an array of 6 bikes all different proportions and can clown-ride them around the arena of their forest alight on home-made ramps where tights make pedaling a joy!
welcome to our performance arena
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
10 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
in circus, Poetry Tags: 6 bikes all different sizes, circus, clown-ride, forest, home-made ramps, pedaling a joy, performers, tights
the performers have an array of 6 bikes all different proportions and can clown-ride them around the arena of their forest alight on home-made ramps where tights make pedaling a joy!
welcome to our performance arena
29 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: David Wagoner, forest, forest breathes, forest knows, stand still, wren
Lost
by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
04 Feb 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: architecture, forest, hunt, north, wild
The Architecture in a family name:
My life guard’s name is “Forrest”;
His brother’s name: “Wilder”,
Other brother: “Hunter”,
Fourth is “North”.
Do you see a pattern?
Their mother is a song writer!
She struck a lyrical note with each sibling.
Sang her New England,
Borders of Canada, Wind Song!