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by April Halprin Wayland
I step onto this rickety bamboo bridge
high over wild water
as winds sways rope
as I totter
as my heart stops
as I lose hope.
You reach across
stretching out
to me
All is not lost.
Your hand is all
I need.
(c) 2011  April Halprin Wayland, all rights reserved
The story behind the poem:
I went for a walk in a cold wind and decided to write a poem for my post at TeachingAuthors.com on April 15th. ¬†Every Friday is¬†Poetry Friday in the¬†Kidlitosphere, and I usually include an original poem in my posts.¬†I’ll be talking about whether poets should publish original poems online or not…and whether this jeopardizes the value of the poem for later resale.
What I’ve learned from asking this question of poets I admire, is that they come to the world with an open hand.¬†For this Friday’s post, I needed a poem about generosity.
It’s your turn. Think of a big concept like generosity or peace or hatred or anger…you get the picture. ¬†Now close your eyes and think about how this concept feels. ¬†What image presents itself? ¬†It’s the old “Show, Don’t Tell.” Write a poem showing us this concept in concrete terms, as I tried to do with generosity. On your mark, get set, go!

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