Unforgettable….many years ago, after a visit with my Appaloosa mare, I was about to get in my car when something made me stop and look up. I stood for about 15 or 20 minutes with my mouth open in absolute awe as four Gyrfalcons spun directly overhead. Gyrfalcons are northern birds, but they do sometimes come down as far as Indiana, as they did on this particular day. I am honored to have been in their presence, to have observed their magic and stunning beauty.
(This poem has appeared in Branches Magazine)
(Gyrfalcon photo by Claude Auchu via surfbirds.net)
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Carol became addicted to the cathartic and highly personal nature of poetry as a child. She has taught poetry writing and appreciation to children and adults, and has had the good fortune to serve as a poet-in-residence for Clark Elementary School in Franklin, Indiana. She has also presented poetry workshops for librarians at the Children & Young People’s Division library conferences, and was awarded “Outstanding Teaching in the Field of Poetry” by the Barbara Juster Esbensen teaching award committee. Carol’s poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and magazines such as Frogpond, Branches, The Journal of Modern Haiku, The Vision, and Cricket.
Holding a B.A. in Music, Carol has performed in the U.S., Canada, and the UK. Ensembles to her credit include Shilombish, White Elk, Zionsville Flute Choir, American Crow. As well as being a vocalist, Carol also performs on silver flute, Native American style flute, bass guitar, and bass lute.
Also an avid equestrian, Carol is a certified Equine Sports Massage Therapist, and loves to spend time with her mule, Andromeda.
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