Word of the Day word, from Rochester

Hi everyone,

Greetings from Rochester Children’s Book Festival. I arrived yesterday after a long day trying to get American Airlines to fly me from Chicago on the second leg of the trip. After changing gates twice (involving long hikes to opposite ends of the terminal) and a lot of delays, I made it and saw some incredible clouds along the way.

Last night I enjoyed a wonderful dinner among many of the other guest authors and artists who were here. And today the peeps come to buy books, talk to authors, and listen to book talks. It promises to be another great day.

All of which explains why I didn’t get November’s Word of the Month word published on time. Don’t think about that excuse too long. It may not hold up. Anyway, the new word is HACK — not a pleasant sounding word but one with multiple meanings that should cough up some fun poems. Go!

Looking for more poems

Hi everyone,

So far this month we’ve seen delightful poems inspired by APPLE from Virginia Joy Lowe, Cheryl Harness, Jeanne Poland, Bryn Strudwick, Linda Trott Dickman, Linda Boyden, Jane Heitman Healy, and Susan Bickel. Not sure we’ve heard from Jane Y or Su H yet but I’ve been in and out so much this month I might have missed them or someone else. Have I overlooked yours? Who else should be on this list? And who is still working on theirs? It’s fall. Apple time, folks!

My Word of the Month poem for October

Hi everyone,

Here’s my apple-inspired poem for October.

Ada Ate an Apple Seed

Ada ate an apple seed I
told her not to do it but she
grinned and shrugged my warning off and
basically pooh-poohed it well you
know what happened after that a
leaf grew out her nose and then some
branches sprouted from her ears and
roots shot out her toes and Ada’s
knees grew trunks and trunks grew limbs her
hair filled up with nests along with
caterpillars beetles and a
million other pests and soon the
limbs grew buds that blossomed and
perfumed the springtime air of course the
honeybees and hummingbirds were
buzzing everywhere which meant in
fall she’d have a bumper crop but
Ada’s joy grew dimmer when the
only one who’d do her hair was
Tom the Green Hedge Trimmer.

(c) 2019 David L. Harrison, all rights and seeds reserved