Category: Books/Reading

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Slowly, The First Spring

SLOWLY, THE FIRST SPRING: A Woman’s Journey to Richmond, 1818 Photo and Poem by Lee Ann Eckhardt Smith New life Soldier’s wife I carried our children across the sea One draped over my shoulder...

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Cramming for Finals

by Phyllis Bohanis This joke came across the internet: A student asked the pastor after Sunday service why the church was mostly filled with old people? The pastor replied, “Because they’re cramming for finals.”...

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The Only Way You Get To Bloom

The Only Way You Get To Bloom Poem and photo by Lee Ann Eckhardt Smith Look to the Small green sprouts Pushing steadily Up Through crumbly soil Towards the light. Even a tulip bulb...

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Green Grass and Baseball in March  

by Phyllis Bohonis It was Tuesday, March 20, 2013. I had been folding laundry, ironing and puttering around upstairs in my office. At lunchtime I went down to the kitchen to make a sandwich...

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Too Long A Winter

Too Long a Winter Photo and poem by Lee Ann Eckhardt Smith   Through the kitchen window spring air caresses like fingertips on a cheek.   Spring air scented with earth, as if soil...

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The Beavers of Shady Pond

by Phyllis Bohonis My thoughts often take me back to our shady little pond. Our quiet haven. It was small as ponds go, maybe forty feet across. A pair of tall white birch trees...

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Ottawa Public Library – Richmond

The local Library is an important asset and institution in Richmond. Besides the obvious pleasure brought to many through library lending programs or public access to computers, there are many other programs as well....

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Photo & Poem: FUR

FUR Text and photo by Lee Ann Eckhardt Smith   Rippling silk on a golden retriever Furry: Nickname for the uncle with the beard Fur: What Nature paints with, in winter. Lee Ann Eckhardt...

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The Hitch-Hiker

THE HITCH-HIKER by Phyllis Bohonis Sandy looked up as another customer entered the highway restaurant where she waitressed. He hesitated before slowly easing his way in and choosing a stool at the counter. He...

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Why Can’t I Write Poetry?

Why Can’t I Write Poetry? By Phyllis Bohonis Poets always get it right. They have a knack for making the ordinary seem extra-ordinary; the mundane spectacular. After offering to write something about winter, I sit...