Hattie was glued to her radio the evening of April 12, 1945 and for several days afterward to learn of the death, funeral train, and burial of Franklin Delano Roosevelt. In subsequent years she often remarked on the anniversary of this day, writing on April 12, 1956 that “our Nation is in sorrow untold, and …
Storm is forecast / Snow and wind / In east barn-lot / Calves play among cows / As if it was fun
Lloyd found in brush and trees / along Niobrara River, no gun, no resistance. / It seems Welela Post Office / robbed last night, they had cash box / no doubt was them.
Today’s National Poetry Writing Month prompt is to rewrite a famous poem. I didn’t really rewrite a poem, but I did use William Carlos Williams’ “This Is Just To Say” as a jumping off point for today’s found diary poem. April 8, 1945: We Had a Lot Of roast beef mashed potatoes gravy pork and …
