Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Happy Graduation Day, Sparkie!

Here upon this graduation
as I write congratulations
upon my laptop like a homework chore;
I think back to those books and reading,
finding lessons in flour kneading
doing math till eyes were bleeding--
You can say to High School, “nevermore.”


We’ve reached the end, though weak and weary
(the world’s your oyster now, my dearie)
and your brother’s not quite Soph-o-more;
It’s time to put to use that learning,
go on to college if you’re yearning,
or perhaps a living, earning--
But you can say to High School, “nevermore.”

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