The childhood memories I hold need space to move around on the page, to reveal themselves. Therefore, I have decided to start a project writing poems based on events from childhood, chiefly poems of time spent in Kentucky, West Virginia, and Maine, with family. This photo is a rough draft of a poem about Blackberry Creek, which was across the street from Grandma Hatfield’s house. My sister, cousins, and I spent a lot of time exploring that creek – skipping rocks, wading, etc. Wonderful memories! I hope to finish this one soon. Stay tuned!
For my great-grandma Ratliff….
(Photo by my father, Lowell D. Hatfield)
My great grandmother’s line contains rather high and lofty folks all the way back to the fourth century in Ireland/Scotland/Dalriada. Fascinating history. “Too much history for one heart to carry.”
For my Iona : )
(Photo by me)
I’ve allowed a patch of thistle to grow in my back yard. I love keeping my yard a little wild around the edges : ) Once the gorgeous purple flowers turn to fluff/down, it’s amazing how far the seeds fly! It’s lovely to watch.