Booties

  Trying new post on my iPad.  If I'm successful, there will be a pictureof some 

   cute booties I just finished.

do you want to guess again?

we came across another unknown poet.   here is a sample of this poet's work. 

Ode to a garden

Dirt cascading round my feet
Sometimes turned to mud by the cold
rush of fresh spring
rain
Upon my face it will
fall
washing away the sweat
of my labors
Bending down my hand full of
Life
I release the tiny seeds of the earth
the sun shines
spreading its rays
to cover the earth
grow
Budding green leaves
a new life reaching for the glory
Hear the rain upon the once dry ground
when the day changes to night
and the clouds that were promised
empty blessings on our head
dawn
the smell of newly
wetted earth
fills my lungs
I reach out to feel the soft blossoms
glistening with the drops of moisture
fall
Harvest has come
with the new season
berries that stain my lips
the sweet crunch of apples between my teeth
I have helped this
grow
Thanksgiving
I place the fresh apple pie on the table
And give thanks


who do you think wrote this poem?

a poet and we didn't know it

you guys are very good guessers and very good sports too.  dennis and i have enjoyed reading all of your comments.  i was going to chide leslie for not hazarding a guess, but then i went back to the previous post and she had commented.  so, now, for more clues.  i think these will give you the answer.

1.  some of you noted that the person who wrote these words must have been well educated.   this person never stopped learning and was very smart.

2.  this person was creative.  in addition to writing poetry, this person also tried oil painting and music composition.

3.  though it isn't grandpa fuller, leslie is closely related to this person.

4.  in the collection of poetry there was a short bio about this person.  here it is:  ... was born in salt lake city where she grew up and graduated from south high school.  she began studying the piano as a child and was always a good student.  while working in salt lake she met john l. jorgensen and they were married in 1951.  they moved to castle dale where she has lived ever since.  she has seven children, two of which still live at home.  in 1983 she completed her bacherlors degree and graduated from u.s.u. 

pretty amazing, huh?  i love these poems more every time i read them.  tell me what you think.  love you all.

three little hints

i'm not ready to disclose the name of my poet quite yet.  you all are very good at figuring things out. patience, logic, reading each others comments and ideas, process of elimination and some thinking outside the box will help.

i will give you three additional clues today.

1. both poems are by the same person.

2. yes, sara was right when she said why would i mention these poems if we don't know the writer.  this person is anything but a well-known poet, but dennis recognized the name as soon as he read it.  so leslie, you can give up googling.

3. the publication in which these works are found was probably not widely circulated and was printed in 1984.

good luck, i hope you keep coming up with ideas.  don't get impatient.  the answer will charm and delight you as much as it did me when dennis brought this book home.

guessing game

so dennis was doing his usual used book shopping and he brought home a poetry book.   we found a couple of poems that were particularly interesting.   i want you to guess  the author of these two poems if you can.   

EBLA

From those ancient ruins rise
Records
Heaped with dust and sand
Of long buried civilizations
Abiding still to tell the story
Centuries spent in silent waiting
Mute sentinel
Now unearthed to bear a witness
Speaking out
Truth telling tablets
Marked with aged stylus
Slept through soporific climate
Rested
Now reveal their secrets
Relic of Levantine antiquity

and here's the second one:


         DESERT LAKE

They know its there
   If not by instinct
      Then by fact that
          Shining, glistening source of life
              Is spread before them
                 It covers dry, parched
                    Patch of earth
                       Refuge in the long flight to
                          Northmost parts
                              Here graceful Egret, majestic Goose
                                  Blue Heron and multi-colored Duck
                                       Pause in flight
                                            To rest - feed - be social
                                                  Their noisy raucous communication
                                                      Passing information of recent events
                                                            A touch of happiness
                                                                   Reviving

leave a comment if you think you know who wrote these.