Last week, my plan was to attend a William Stafford event but the water main at our house decided to burst. Thus, our weekend was spent at our daughter’s house. Oldest grandgirl was over the moon.
I found this poem in the local newspaper with details about events. It’s lovely. Maybe next year I will get to an event.
Why I Am Happy
Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
gracefully.
I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.
And I know where it is.
– William Stafford
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Happy reading.
MaMac
Beautiful! I am saving this. Good luck with your water main.
Lovely poem. Thanks so much for sharing it. And despite your water main breakage, I’m glad your “oldest grangirl” benefited from your misfortune. =)
Sorry you didn’t get to your event, but it sounds like you had one of your own. Hopefully that water main is all fixed and live goes happily on? Thanks for sharing this on Poetry Friday.
“And I know where it is.” That makes me smile!
I’m sorry you missed the event, Jone, although I’m glad you were able to “let it roll” and enjoy your oldest “grandgirl.” (Hope things return to normal soon!)