The Poet's Touch |
| It's time, my son, let's fly that kite, we'll run while strong gales blow in meadow lands where March winds bite and dry last winter's snow. I'll raise it high while you hold taut the twine unravels fast. It's where my old kites raced and sought winged trophies in the past. My son's face changes like two masks a shift from frown to smile. In revved-up-windblown steering tasks he spools his own kite style. Airborne the swift bird is on fire. My son you're now "kite king." I'll read my book and when you tire I'll gladly hold the string. "A longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul..." Proverbs 13: 10-19 |
| Rita Goodgame has won an Arkansas Writer's Grand Conference Literary Award, prose/poetry first place awards in ByLine Magazine and The National League of American Pen Women, Pioneer Branch. Her work has also appeared in publications such as Women's World, Grandmother Earth, Soiree, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, The Bulletin, International Old Lacers, Inc., and Our Arkansas ... Special Places, '09. |
| To Be a Boy Again by Rita Goodgame |
Copyright © 2007 Rita Goodgame. All rights reserved.
