North Shore celebrates poetry
Nineteenth century French novelist and memoirist George Sand (Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin) said: “ He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.”
In honor of National Poetry Month, North Shore Poets has planned a poetry open house. The event will allow all ‘true poets’ an opportunity to enjoy the art form. Writers are invited to share their work, those with a talent for recitation are welcome to share a poem by a favorite poet, and of course, everyone is welcome to participate as an audience member.
The open house will be held April 15 at the Two Harbors Public Library from 6-8 p.m. Refreshments will be served.“People who don’t think they like poetry are encouraged to attend so we can prove them wrong!” Said local poet Diane Dinndorf Friebe. “Drop in for a few poems or a few hours!”The Lake County News-Chronicle will be featuring the works of local poets throoughout the month, including this by Mary McReynolds.
By Mary McReynolds, North Shore Poets
North and South, it spans the side yard.At times, it’s a conversation starter.At times, a fence to protect from prying eyes.It holds cotton, linen, and flannel out toBreathe the rush of fresh air and sun.Sleeping bags and tents to dry and be packed away.Blaze orange to shake the human smells ready for the season.
The posts on either end are tipping nowAfter standing tall for 70 years.When Harold dug the holes and poured the concreteThere wasn’t such a thing as a clothes dryerAt least not that they could afford.
Ethel hung clothes summer and winter.Marching union suits, stiff and frozen across the line.Towels and sheets dancing on the summer breeze.Diapers and layettes, a daily sign of a new generation.
Through three boys, grandkids and working husband,Then down to two when double knits were all the rage.Then down to one for five or six years.Yes, the dryer worked, but why use it for so little.
There have been many pegs holding clothes to those lines.Another couple of generations of children’s clothes andworking denims.Now back to just two.Will those lines stand to see another family’s use,or are they obsolete?
Down the street, a new subdivision has a rule thatyou can’t hang out.What a loss, no more conversations over the fence,Or hanging queen sized sheets for a little privacy.No chance for your shirts and sheets to surround youwith the wind and sun.