Lots of good haiku last week, but I especially want to see the pictures painted by two of our poets.
First we have this from the always-intriguing and talented Renee (one of my all-time favorites):
There was a dark boy
Ojibwe in his blood who
Rode a spotted horse
In the parade on
The Fourth. Wore buckskin bare chest.
Appaloosa proud.
And then this vision from Jill Scoggins (it kind of explained the drummer mentality):
I was a drummer
at NHS. Loved seeing
kids cover their ears
as our band marched by.
Drum cadences should be LOUD.
We made sure they were.
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