Sanaa here (aka adashofsunny)
Today, we are running LIVE for the first one hour of the bar i.e. from 3PM to 4PM EST. If you wish to join in to read out your poem, just link up, and you will be called upon to do so in respective order. Here is the link below:
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I recommend that you use a headset for the best experience, and please mute your microphone when you are not talking.
The month of August always puts me in the mind of berries – red, blue, cream and black – of leaf blossomed trees as late summer sings and change in season announces its arrival. And so, I share with you a poem by Sir Charles G. D. Roberts:
An August Wood Road
When the partridge coveys fly
In the birch-tops cool and high;
When the dry cicadas twang
Where the purpling fir-cones hang;
When the bunch-berries emboss—
Scarlet beads—the roadside moss;
Brown with shadows, bright with sun,
All day long till day is done
Sleeps in murmuring solitude
The worn old road that threads the wood.
In its deep cup—grassy, cool—
Sleeps the little roadside pool;
Sleeps the butterfly on the weed,
Sleeps the drifted thistle-seed.
(Read full poem here)
Amazing, isn’t he? Do let me know what your reading preferences are during the month of August in the comment section below. For now, let us link up one poem!
I look forward to welcoming you on Google Meet.