H. Rand Swansey

Rookie (Friday, March 13,1959 / Michigan USA)

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Poetry has played an important role in my life since the age of five (forty-one years ago) , when I wrote my first poem:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Nothin' like having
A mom like you.

Hardly an epic, but it set a course.

I currently (2011) teach 3rd grade at a suburban Detroit public elementary school, where I work ... more »

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I Dream Of A Wood

I dream of a wood
where the white birches grow,
where my steps, as I wander,
become shortened and slow;
where my senses awaken
to the wonders around me,
to the lichen and bracken
and the scents that surround me.

I dream of a wood
where deer amble through
in search of a succulent
morsel or two,
where cardinal and jay
call each to his mate,
and the sun and the trees
meet fashionably late.

I dream of a wood
with a dark, shallow pool
where tadpoles and bullfrogs
keep seasonably cool;
where leaves that have fallen
make ...

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