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Penny's Poetry Blog's poem for Canada Day:
Home, by Marthe Bijman
[...]
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/home-marthe-bijman.html

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On 2022-07-01 1:35 p.m., George J. Dance wrote:

Penny's Poetry Blog's poem for Canada Day:
Home, by Marthe Bijman
[...]
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/home-marthe-bijman.html

On 2022-07-01 5:37 p.m., General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Friday, July 1, 2022 at 3:05:45 PM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:

On Friday, July 1, 2022 at 5:35:42 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:

Home, by Marthe Bijman
[...]
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/home-marthe-bijman.html

The poem is licensed under Creative Commons, so there is no need to

visit the blog:

But without George Dance's blog would you have even known about this

poet?

Exactly......!

It reminds me of a story I read about Columbus. Back when I was a lad,
my parents bought me all the Golden Books, including the Golden
Encyclopedia, which I read from cover to cover. I still remember this
story; though it's probably not true, it's the major thing I associate
with him:

After returning from the Americas, Columbus was honored at a banquet. At
one point, he heard a couple of lords belittling his accomplishment and
the idea of honoring him for it. So he asked the serving staff to bring
a dozen eggs.

After the eggs arrived, he challenged the guests to balance one of them
on its end. All of them tried, and all failed; no matter how they tried
to support it, the egg toppled over.

Then Columbus picked up his egg, held it narrow side down above the
table, and brought it down sharply -- not too hard, but hard enough to
crack the shell around the air pocket. The egg stayed on its end,
completely stable.

Columbus then challenged the other guests to do the same, to which
several scoffed that of course they could; anyone could do it. His
reply: "Of course: anyone can do it, once someone has shown you how."

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On 2022-07-07 6:40 p.m., Will Dockery wrote:

On Thursday, July 7, 2022 at 6:03:14 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:

On 2022-07-01 1:35 p.m., George J. Dance wrote:

Penny's Poetry Blog's poem for Canada Day:
Home, by Marthe Bijman
[...]
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/home-marthe-bijman.html

On 2022-07-01 5:37 p.m., General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Friday, July 1, 2022 at 3:05:45 PM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:

On Friday, July 1, 2022 at 5:35:42 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:

Home, by Marthe Bijman
[...]
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/home-marthe-bijman.html

The poem is licensed under Creative Commons, so there is no need to

visit the blog:

But without George Dance's blog would you have even known about this

poet?

Exactly......!

It reminds me of a story I read about Columbus. Back when I was a lad,
my parents bought me all the Golden Books, including the Golden
Encyclopedia, which I read from cover to cover. I still remember this
story; though it's probably not true, it's the major thing I associate
with him:

After returning from the Americas, Columbus was honored at a banquet. At
one point, he heard a couple of lords belittling his accomplishment and
the idea of honoring him for it. So he asked the serving staff to bring
a dozen eggs.

After the eggs arrived, he challenged the guests to balance one of them
on its end. All of them tried, and all failed; no matter how they tried
to support it, the egg toppled over.

Then Columbus picked up his egg, held it narrow side down above the
table, and brought it down sharply -- not too hard, but hard enough to
crack the shell around the air pocket. The egg stayed on its end,
completely stable.

Columbus then challenged the other guests to do the same, to which
several scoffed that of course they could; anyone could do it. His
reply: "Of course: anyone can do it, once someone has shown you how."

Good afternoon, George, and good story.

Thanks. It's one that made an impression on me when I was young; so I
was happy to share it.

In fact, I crossposted the story over to RAP. Unfortunately, I didn't
cut Prof. NG's comments out of the backthread (which is what they were complaining about this morning on AAPC).

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NancyGene wrote:

George Dance wrote:

Penny's Poetry Blog's poem for Canada Day:
Home, by Marthe Bijman
[...]
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/home-marthe-bijman.html

The poem is licensed under Creative Commons, so there is no need to visit the blog:

Home
by M. Bijman

Where we come from there are
raindrops that instantly evaporate on hot tar
like a field of tiny smoking fires,
low-running, brownish rivers
filled with rusty sludge and simmering rocks,
muddy dams with chalky banks
and wormy, warmish, silty bottoms.
heat that hits you in the chest
and wipes its oven mitt paw over your face,
white skies, or palest blue
or yellow and boiling, like curry, from the dust.

We were born creatures of arid habits: -
the subconscious searching of the sky
for rain clouds,
the inborn waiting for the rain,
the constant sniffing for the ozone after thunder,
the habitual drawing towards water,
always looking for some dampness
in the cracked, jigsaw-puzzle earth.

Where we live now there's
Snow,
that goes away
but not far,
and always comes back,
Water,
that burbles and rushes
always somewhere close,
glistening underneath jungly things,
Green things,
the tree-green, frog-green, grass-green,
bird-green, moss-green of our replete dreams,
the green, wet, snowy, tree-y place
we call home.

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We see that Ms. Bijman lives in Vancouver, Canada, but also has books about Iceland, Finland and Washington State. We think that where she "came from" that was so hot that raindrops "evaporate on hot tar" was Johannesburg, South Africa.

Pretty good Geography lecture from someone who doesn't even know that London isn't in Ireland.

🙂

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