
Grateful
I’m grateful for the spring
and Robert Frost seeing
the gold within the green.
I’m grateful for summer
and William Carlos Williams’
dependable wheelbarrow.
I’m grateful for autumn
and James Wright
along the Ohio River.
And I’m grateful for winter
and Robert Hayden’s father
on Sunday mornings.
(For Living Poetry’s Monday Poetry Prompt. Which poems am I alluding to?)
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Lovely!
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I’m grateful to you for reading and commenting.
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Love it Bart!!
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Thanks!
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It feels like family. A fine gathering!
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I hadn’t considered it that way. Thanks!
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<3 "The gold within the green." It shines.
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Thanks though all credit goes to Frost.
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Very nice!
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Thank you!
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