waffle house prize

I found a package of sweet hair bows in the manor mailbox. The lovely and very talented writer, Terresa, from The Chocolate Chip Waffle held a spring Waffle House Poetry Contest, and guess who was the winner? Me! She chose my poem "Daffodil Glasses" from a plethora of delightfully springy pieces. I'm very honored, indeed. Oh, and don't worry. I'm not planning on wearing these ornaments in my own hair any time soon. I do, however, have a little cutie in mind who will look adorable in them! Thanks, Terresa! Hop on over and visit her delightful blog. Tell her Willow sent you.

mr. banjo visits the manor

Well, guess who meandered up the drive to Willow Manor, all theway from the great state of Idaho? None other than the sweet JohnHayes, from Robert Frost's Banjo! He is making his way through the country, towards the east coast, stopping here and there to visit friends and family. Not only is John a great musician, he is a very talented poet, as well. Just last week, I was lucky enough to win a copy of his latest book, The Days of Wine and Roses, available for purchase over at his blog.

It's always a bit on the surreal side, meeting someone from the blog world; someone you know so much about, but have never actually met in person. We had a very pleasant afternoon, chatting about all things bloggy and poetical, and even took a wee spin over to my favorite second hand bookstore. Yes, the one with the creaky hardwood floors.

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from 'A Few More Fold-Out Postcard Sonnets',

The Days of Wine and Roses

India ink spruce trees up on the hill it

could be anywhere watching the sunset's

locomotive crash into the swamp with its

refrigerators & rowboats & slightly effeminate

ferns & a black wool blanket overrun with

beetles & ladybugs & a snapshot of Jane with

a peach pie & a thermos It could be

anywhere anytime September 2 1988 Albemarle

County VA like a porcelain full moon that looks like

a magnolia blossom sprouting from a caboose that's

rattling & hooting through heaven like a

tugboat chugging through water lilies &

Marlowe's just now dropping a line to the past stating

If you miss the train I'm on you will etc

Jack Hayes