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Canine Poet’s Congratulations

In Canine Poet, Canine Poetry on May 3, 2015 at 5:30 am

I am posing next to my journal (which has a picture of me on the cover). I write and read poetry, because I'm a really smart miniature dachshund.

I am posing next to my journal (which has a picture of me on the cover). I write and read poetry, because I’m a really smart miniature dachshund.

My BFF and writing partner, Shelley, entered the “Battle of the Bards” poetry contest hosted by the Poudre River Library District.

Her poem is called “Dad’s Swing Sets,” which was a finalist in the adult category. The finalists in all the categories read their poems at a poetry reading, Friday, April 24, at the Front Range Community College library (I wasn’t invited because I’m a dog).

The finalists’ poems will be printed in the 2015 Battle of the Bards poetry chapbook and a free library district e-book.

Here’s Shelley’s poem:

Dad’s Swing Sets

Shelley Widhalm

 

Under an oak tree

is where Dad built the swing,

two ropes and a board.

Dad’s hands on our backs,

feet touching the sky,

or seeming to,

matched with giggles

“More, more,”

Dorothy’s red shoes

lighten my feet.

 

At our next house

when we’re too big for pushing,

he gave us two swings,

cross bars, a rope, a trapeze.

Hours we laugh,

sunshine to our growing.

 

Dad digs all of it out,

four yellow grassy spots a reminder

of his building, fixing

swings wherever we live

to take us up to the sky

and back again to his hands,

long fingers, calloused,

strong, beautiful

to me.

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