Long ago one April afternoon, in a library far, far away, a quiet bibliophile, nose between a Longfellow and a Wordsworth, looked up from her thick, dusty book of poems and declared, “We shall henceforth call this month, ‘National Poetry Month.'” And so it was.
OK, not really. But that’s how I like to imagine it went that April officially became National Poetry Month. So today, I’m celebrating the holiday with five little word studio stories from the archives that all contain verses both rhyme-less and in rhyme:
O! Listen now and you shall see / A tale spun true with falsity / For if you seek you can’t fly free/ Or know the one you’ll never be/ But if you live and love like me / You’ll wonder why/ There is a tree.