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?)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
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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