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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does...

From Poets.org: To celebrate the rich tradition of Black poetry this month and year-round, browse lesson plans and the following classic...

Wolf Moon Haiku I Wolf moon howls aloud in hunger over meadows hunting a warm heart. II Ravenous tongue laps the field, a glistening...

Haddam Meadows State Park It’s being held at the memorial garden, just south of the ice skating pond. Save the date! We hope to see you...

[Juvenile Bald Eagle: Essex CT 8/21/21] He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure...

A flower bloomed out on a woodland hill, A song rose up from the woodland rill; But the floweret bloomed but to wither away, And no man...

April is National Poetry Month, so join in our Poetry Read-In, kicked off by Haddam Poet Laureate Lorraine Riess. All are welcome to read...

https://twitter.com/i/status/1358559723017162756 Today we honor our three captains For their actions and impact in A time of uncertainty...

Wolf moon howls in hunger his ravenous tongue laps the field to a glistening cloak of diamonds under the shining of his glare As he hunts...

In the midst of winter’s gray Valentine hearts endure. Absent that, a cardinal waits patiently for our attention in the tangle of vines...

So ready for this year to finally be over I started writing this back in October. If we thought 666 was a demon in disguise or the number...

Lorraine Riess has been selected for a 2-year appointment as the Poet Laureate of Haddam. Lorraine, a published poet, and a Haddam...

Register with Ivoryton Library by emailing the library at staff@ivorytonlibrary.org for the Zoom link.

Birds, bees, flowers, herbs Our Haiku garden's in bloom. Nature lifts our souls.

Sign up on Poets.org to receive the Newsletters directly! Poems to Read “Theme for English B” by Langston Hughes “A People’s Historian”...

Lettuces in rows I dreamed of my first harvest Woodchuck ate it all

My garden brings joy Chives, parsley, birds and flowers Serenity blooms

Violets and grass. Amid a sea of lilies. Bordered by stillness.

Laurels exploding Little hoop skirts now unfurl Dancing in the sun Weeding is peaceful Minds wander many landscapes Savor the journey...