A poem begins with a lump in the throat. ~Robert Frost
Those of you who read my poem a day in April are sure I’m not a poet.
But every day I go to this blog and read a poem.
Is it good poetry? I don’t know. I have no way to judge. It could be.
Is it great poetry ? I don’t know. I have no way to judge. It could be.
But I do know this.
I like it.
She writes with feeling from the heart.,
Sometimes the feeling is very sad.
Sometimes very happy.
But it is always genuine.
Even when I feel her premise is wrong I still enjoy the poem. It pushes me to think. That has to be good.
So go and give her a read.
You could enjoy it as well.
The group held another meeting after school last night. After much discussion bordering on arguing they decided that if and when there is another attack they will have blankets at the Church covered with that special spider web. Calab and Herman will take and throw the blanket over a group of people on the street breaking the alien control. Then they will walk them still protected by the blanket into Last Lutheran and Sanctuary. As rapidly as possible the men in the group and some ladies will be given special hats and blankets and sent out to bring in more. They will in this way get as many off the street as possible before the battle begins.
As far as the man in black is concerned Tommy UK insisted that they trust him and assume that though the heads are on their side they got the story of the man in black wrong.
Late last night both Tommy UK and Tammy left their homes. Tammy returned at 4:00 in the morning and Tommy UK didn't come home at all.
When the first person came to the town hall looking for Mrs. Trumble she came out of the storage room and it looked like she had been crying.