from the house of edward to willow manor

In honor of her recent 200th posting, the lovely Pamela Terry

hosted a drawing on her gorgeous blog, From the House of Edward.

Guess who was the lucky winner? Me! I won a copy of the famed

"Songwriter's", as she fondly calls him, Pat Terry's latest impressive

CD, Laugh for a Million Years. Wonderful music and I was especially

struck by his moving lyrics.

I held you like a rosary

prayed you like a prayer

((sigh))

from Outrun the Wind

Hop on over to Pamela's blog for details on how to order one for

yourself or someone you love. It would make a perfect holiday gift.

Her sweet big fluffy dog, Edward, included a delightful book of doggy

poetry, "Doggerel", which just happens to be one of the volumes of

Everyman's Pocket Poets I needed for my collection.

This poem by Mark Strand, jumped out and grabbed me. I can so

relate to this one, Edward. Arf! Thank you, and to your mistress,

too.

Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.

There is no happiness like mine.

I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.

Her eyes are sad

and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.

The light is dim.

The dogs are on the basements stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,

their blond legs burn like brush.

The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.

When I get on my knees and lick her hand,

she screams.

I am a new man,

I snarl at her and bark,

I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

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