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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.
Rain finally arrived in southern California, wetting the kids on Halloween. It feels like Autumn, finally. Good week to all... ~
ReplyDelete“And all the winds go sighing,
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― Christina Rossetti
Late tonight, Kerry. I just finished writing for Saturday's 55 so I am linking it to here also. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI am liking your mushrooms. The pictures are pretty.
Your words of the week, "Dummy it Down" probably fit me. I went to a country school, eight grades in one room, generally about eight kids in school.
My word recognition is about 99 percentile but I don't think I've much of a grasp on long words. Country people don't use them much. :)
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I am not giving up, Kerry. reading is fundamental in unlocking the imagination... not giving up. I'm with you!
ReplyDeleteBertold Brecht's 'The Caucasian Chalk Circle' gets a PS in this poem!
ReplyDeleteI tried to pass on my two big loves to my son; books and dogs. Well, he loves dogs! For myself, i cannot imagine life without books. What a loss it will be if they go the way of the horse and carriage.
ReplyDeletecreativity can be taught but imagination is god gifted-reading intensively is one way to good writing with other stories for listening...
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite books that I read every few years. It has never grown old.
ReplyDeleteYour pictures are fantastic.
My attempt at poetry is posted.
Thank you for providing these prompts. I do enjoy them so.
Linking up my 55 as I am running behind. Will be back to visit and comment late Tuesday night!
ReplyDeleteLife without books? Unimaginable.
ReplyDeleteI'm in the caboose with Margaret- it takes me awhile!
ReplyDeleteHey Kerry--I'm still not working on my novel and feeling rather down about various things--this is a lovely post though--I wish reading were more in people's lives! Mine especially! Though I've been reading a lot lately - but rather lowgrade sorts of stuff! k.
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