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This Spring, look up for the bees
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION – The changing colors of fall leaves is undeniably one of the great spectacles of the northern hardwood forests. But consider for a moment the other end of the growing season from early April through late May, the color palette of our local forests changes at breathtaking[Read More…]
Azaleas, Rhododendrons attractive, well-behaved
NORTH ADAMS, Mass. – Azaleas and other rhododendrons are fixtures in yards and gardens for good reasons: they’re attractive, well-behaved, and easy to care for. But which is which? Azaleas (Rhododendron spp.) are, in fact, rhododendrons, though all rhododendrons are not azaleas. Azaleas tend to be smaller shrubs (around five[Read More…]
When students engage in education it creates a better world
WALDEN – Hello, my name is Azailya L’Esperance. I am from Walden, and in sixth grade. Throughout my years here, I have noticed that we don’t have enough student engagement. My school has combined grades and most classes are mixed together with multiple ages. This arrangement really limits students’ learning.[Read More…]
A Verse a Day
A verse a daykeeps the doctor at playwith patients who sufferPlay Deficit Disorder.Poems provoke reflectionAnd ward off infectionby the day’s newsand evening blues.No known negative side effects. Trish Passmore Ally, Greensboro This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
The Season of Being
I glide my sandaled feet over cool fescue grassthat is recently dappled with crimson maple leavesas I ponder if I am feeling the correct amount of gratitude.Appreciation is fleetingif I allow the assassins of peace to redirect my interest.Am I looking for something I will always want?My overgrown garden craves[Read More…]
Chocolate and Wafer
KitKat, oh KitKat,Where art thou thee?So sweet and delicious,So chocolatey and non-nutritious! You bring joy and loveWith your chocolate and wafer.Now, let me eat you!In my stomach you will be safer. From Halloween to EasterTo Christmas break.Let’s stop and enjoy a KitKatFor goodness sake! Aiden Baker, Hardwick This poem was[Read More…]
I Grew You Sunflowers
Today I brought you sunflowers, the ones I grew just for you.As I planted them, and watched them grow,the memories of you began to show. I remember meeting you years ago—a bouncing, beautiful little girl with so much to show.The sunflowers grew, just as you did,reminding me of prom, graduation,[Read More…]
Reality
No judge. No jury. No trial.Put him on the ground.Shoot him.He’s dead. Ross Connelly, Hardwick This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
wild
remember punk.punk doesn’t care if you have big bonespunk doesn’t stopremember punk. Catherine Eaton, Walden This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
Upon Hearing the News
I step outside and hear birdsong on the -14 degrees sunny March morningand the laughter from my daughter sliding, face first, down a bank of snow.Beside the woodstove, I feel the warm embrace of my loveand see the brightness of felted wool glowing on our dining table.Later, I bask the illumination of the full[Read More…]
The Eldest Game
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hidingunder tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden /separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h countingendlessly endlessly[Read More…]
