Sara Lea (Bishop) Morgan was one of my daughter's classmates (a year older) in high school and a member of the Girl Scout Troop I helped advise, if that's the best word for what we grown-ups did. During that time, I visited her class and had the students write from the prompt "That Time." I found Sara's poem just a few weeks back as I was cleaning out my office. She was probably around 16 when she wrote this. I liked it so much, after all these years, I decided to use it for Saturday's Poem of the Day. I hope she will make the time to come back to her writing despite her busy life as wife, mother, and hair-stylist.
Speaking of which, Sara is now my own hair stylist. She's really into color, she says, but I don't think I'll let her dye my hair green just yet. Maybe next April, though!
THAT TIME
Once in the slowly paced car
my aching ears heard the
storm open up, the sky
was split, no longer blue.
On the way home from
a solitaire day in Georgia
we'd spent, watching the
birds fly in the pale moonlight
The storm turned loose, and
the sounds played along in my
mind, the constant shhhh
the rain drops were making
Coming home that night, I
saw you in my dreams and as
it seemed you were with
me, my mind faded back to
that night in Georgia, with
the Ghost of you, and the
storm rolled on.
---Sara B. Morgan
3 comments:
Lovely. I love the student poems I have been blessed to witness. Thank you for sharing this one.
So special of you to post this poem for her- I am sure it will enliven or rekindle a spark inside her when she sees it in writing.
In her poem she had a 'calling' even at the tender age of 16 -- can you image what her writing will be like when she has tasted more of life and resumes writing.
Happy Easter Season to you,
Joanny
that's wonderful! i don't think i was writing anything nearly that good when I was 16 :)
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