Thursday, November 6, 2008


by John Updike

This year, the boys have started poetry memorization. Sam's first is below (the bow at the end is all his own doing)~

The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.

The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.

And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


Your Grandmother just smiled in Heaven.