Reaney Days

Reaney Days

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

In the Merry Month of May


We had such lovely turn outs for last night’s Color Me Calm gathering and today’s In Search of Faith book discussion.  Please, check your calendars and plan to join us for these upcoming May events!

Nifty Needles will meet Friday, May 6 & 20.  Needle workers of any kind are welcome to gather around the table from 10 AM – noon.

Peanut Butter and Jelly book club will meet Saturday, May 14 at 10 AM to discuss the Anita Shreve novel, Light on Snow.

On Saturday, May 21 at 10 AM the Reaney Writers will meet at the American Legion Rooms, 38 W. Main Street.  The group is facilitated by local writer Ali MacDonald.

Color Me Calm with Conversation, an adult coloring group, will meet at Bridge Street Bakery and Café on Tuesday, May 24 at 6 PM.

On Wednesday, May 25 the In Search of Faith book club will meet at 10 AM to discuss Phil Robertson’s autobiography Happy, Happy, Happy; My Life and Legacy as the Duck Commander.

Anyone desiring further information is invited to contact Dawn Lamphere at 518-568-7822.

     

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

April is National Poetry Month


April marks the 20th anniversary of National Poetry Month.  It has been my experience that poetry sometimes gets a bad reputation.  What does it mean? How do you read it?  Even after I’ve read it, I don’t always understand the deep, profound meaning. 

My response to all of that is that perhaps you need to start simple and work up to those poems with “deep and profound meaning”.  

To that end, let me introduce you to the absolutely hysterical, laugh out loud funny, children’s poet Jack Prelutsky. Prelutsky was named the first Children’s Poetry Laureate by the Poetry Foundation in 2006.  Inventive and fun, his writing is wildly popular. 

I share with you his delightful poem, The Turkey Shot out of the Oven.

Read, enjoy and set your poetry fears aside. 

 

The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven   

The turkey shot out of the oven

and rocketed into the air,

it knocked every plate off the table

and partly demolished a chair.  
 

It ricocheted into a corner

and burst with a deafening boom,

then splattered all over the kitchen,

completely obscuring the room.   
 

It stuck to the walls and the windows,

it totally coated the floor,

there was turkey attached to the ceiling,

where there'd never been turkey before. 
 

It blanketed every appliance,

it smeared every saucer and bowl,

there wasn't a way I could stop it,

that turkey was out of control. 
 

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,

and thought with chagrin as I mopped,

that I'd never again stuff a turkey

with popcorn that hadn't been popped. 

 

Jack Prelutsky