National Poetry Month

From Poets.org comes this daily poem, Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina
What I love is this line –
by the foundation where
the fine people’s house was before
they arranged to have it burned down.

The poem’s narrator is remembering his childhood and you just know he picked up that tidbit from overhearing the “grownup talk”.  And then there is the sudden mood change. . .

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