With an orchestra you are building citizens, better citizens for the community.
~Gustavo Dudamel
Happy Poetry Friday! I am "away from my desk" but I'm scheduling a poem that my daughter Ariana wrote for her future mother-in-law's retirement. As a music professor, Sara created a thriving orchestra program after having started with only five students.
The Conductor
by Ariana Yeatts-Lonske
For Sara Edgerton
Sometimes she beckons a great sea swell.
Sometimes she places a pebble on top of a wall.
Sometimes she slices through slabs of marble.
Sometimes she captains a ship through choppy waters.
Sometimes she offers a single peony.
Sometimes she flicks red drops of paint.
Sometimes she closes a chest of gold.
Sometimes she opens a door to the light.
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33 years ago, Sara walked across a field
and found five panes of glass.
She picked one up and held it to the sun,
saw a cathedral.
Only she could see it.
Last night we stood inside it.
Who says the world has lost all its beauty?
No one who has been here.
No one who has heard this.
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Jone Rush MacCulloch has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Jone!
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