Biography of Ken Nye
I am 65 years old. I just retired from 42 years in the field of public education, first as a high school English teacher, then as a high school principal (for 23 of those 42 years) , and finishing up my career with 12 years as a university professor of educational leadership. I loved what I did, but I was ready to retire.
Four years ago I started writing poetry. I began with a poem for my wife, Ann, my life partner for 45 years. We are quite close, have known each other since we were twelve, were high school sweethearts, yaddi yaddi, yadda, and are still in love. For the most part, my poetry is very personal. I write from my own experience, about my own relationships, do some philosophizing, express some disappointments, but am generally pretty up-beat about life and the world around us.
I have Parkinson's disease (been diagnosed 11 years) which is beginning to complicate our lives, but we are working around it.
We have two children, three and a half grandchildren (#4 due in a few months) , two dogs, a lovely home, wonderful friends. I have lived (still am living) an idyllic, fairy tale life that probably makes some people sick. Whenever I needed a break in life, I got it.
I am a lover of the natrual world, have lived my adult life in Maine and taken advantage of all Maine has to offer in terms of outdoor recreation and spirit building.
My poetry is about my life, the people around me and the beautiful and wondrous natural world that surrounds us here in Maine.
Ken Nye's Works:
'Searching for the Spring: Poetic Reflections of Maine.'
'From the Heart: Poetic Reflections on Growing Old in Maine.' TJMF Publishing,2007.
both books are available on Amazon.com.
Ken Nye Poems
As the years go by and passions cool, we make love in places that twenty-five year olds only dream about.
Gold Is A Color
Storybook fables give gold a rich luster that loses its brilliance with closer inspection. Colors of leaves in autumn’s bright showcase
Don'T Go: A Father's Lament
Don’t go, little one. Continue to believe that every smile you see is from a heart that loves you. Hold your little doll
If I Should Die (And I Will Some Day)
If I should die, (and I will some day) , I won’t be far away. You will see me.
The Call To Morning
I wish I could sleep late. But I feel the sun pulling me into the day even when it’s still well below the horizon
When The Children Leave
We go through the motions when the children leave, buy special dresses or rent tuxedos for the wedding, find a special Maine gift to celebrate the move to California, write reminder notes for the bachelor son heading off
My Mom Has Gone
MY MOM HAS GONE Christmas Day, driving my mother
The Smell Of A Dog
I love the way a dog smells. Ever since I was a boy, I have loved the smell of a dog's paws,
Hymhs Of Joy
I heard a whippoorwill last night sing his wonder of the world. The forest hushed, caught in the spell
My Mother's Voice
I don’t ever remember wondering if a voice I faintly heard was my mother’s voice or not. I always knew. Just as the fledgling albatross can pick out its
Coming out of the pond, no need to towel off in this warm afternoon sun. I'll hike up through the orchard on Grandpa’s favorite trail.
Clouds Of Glory
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, Of glory in the flower, We will grieve not;
My mother is 89. She has Alzheimer's. She lives in an assisted living
The Marriage Bed
They have kissed their parents goodbye, moms wiping tears, dads trying to hold it together. Alone in the hotel room,
Searching For The Spring
I’d been told our spring water comes down the hill
through an underground pipe,
from 'a spring by the wall, about 500 yards in back of the barn.'
Expecting to simply go find the spring,
I head up the hill along the stone wall.
It’s not easy going. Halfway up,
the impenetrable forest of scrub pines and firs
starts forcing me away from the wall.