Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Summer Trees


I grew up among many trees and in the hot weather of a south Georgia summer, I sat under them and daydreamed, or in the evening I would walk the fields and look at them. The cattle would huddle under them to escape the heat, and their tree shadows would lengthen as the day itself lengthened. These trees are standing in a field behind the farmhouse where I grew up. To lose a tree to lightning was like a death in the family, as far as my father was concerned.

2 comments:

Vicki Lane said...

Beautiful picture, Kay. I always love the way the bottom foliage is eaten off by the cattle,always at just the same height, leaving the trees looking carefully groomed.

doris diosa said...

Yes - a beautiful picture. i'd like to see more (hint hint) especially of those groves of oak trees. Thanks, Kay, for the inspiration.