Anna goes to see the Affrilachian PoetsA Poem by Emily Bthe words in quotation belong to Mr. Norman Jordan. I hope someday this grows up and becomes something.The mighty poet stood tall at the front of the room grinning a little to himself. He remembers some of his poems-- doesn't need a paper copy to share them here. "Kuumba" is the title. And somehow with his words a tree grew before our eyes. Branches spread reaching to the sky until there was a forest. And there was rain to quench our creative thirst. We listened intently as he spoke "Life is" and we leaned a little closer spellbound "creative force" senses tingled with anticipation. Birds lit on branches and cocked their heads to better hear the words "in motion" and everyone was still-- breathless and he leaned in closer and that one last word "MOVE!!!" shattered walls. Anna took the wise man at his very word. Jumped straight up from her perch on my lap. The good man apologized for frightening the child. Maybe little girls need to learn that a word is a living thing with the power to make us move. © 2009 Emily BAuthor's Note
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