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Greetings to all visitors to our garden of poetry today, this first Monday of November. I want to share this quote from one of my favourite childhood novels:
“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
When I read back over a book I haven't opened in years, such as those I read before the age of 12, I marvel at the prose, the vocabulary and the style, realizing how impoverished the story-telling has become for young readers in the 21st Century. I was recently in conversation with a parent regarding his son's progress in English and he admitted to me that he could not encourage the boy to read. I told him that we are fighting a losing battle, reading is already a thing of the past for the majority, despite our best efforts to teach the value of it to the next generation. Reading and writing go hand-in-hand, and I find that kids lack originality and imagination but I am not ready to give up the fight yet. How about you?
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One of the many reasons I love to spend time in the Imaginary Garden is the wealth of original and creative writing I am exposed to on a weekly basis. I am continually blown away by the enormous talent to be found on the blogs, and I am always excited to discover a new writer. With that said, I invite all-comers to link up a poem of their choice. The object of OLM is to share, encourage and to be inspired at the start of a new week.