Either online or in person, fighting beetle breeders, carved egg shell collectors and noodlers congregate and compare notes. They share tips and tricks, war stories and rare finds.
People who play with words are no different. Loathe as I generally am to get involved with organized anything, I find that I love spending time with other word people. Word people who are better with words than I am. Wordsmiths.
One of the loveliest, kindest, most generous and clever wordsmiths I know is Brooke. She recently married a truly good guy and wrote this poem for their wedding ceremony - and she has deigned to share it with us.
Brooke is a colleague and a friend, and this is her submission to Righteous Poetry Month.
WITH ME
by Brooke Bullman
Come walk with me
by the low unbroken fields
up the trail to wild wood
through the sand on gray rain beaches.
Be with me
in the light of every morning
in stony rivers cold and pure
in mountain balds of laurel, azalea, and sun.
Talk with me
while dinners are made
gold buttons are stitched
and children are held and soothed.
Stay with me
beneath dark new moons
down dim and lonesome roads
and through adventures lost.
Go with me
to the places on our lists
off the pale and sleeping maps
to thresholds of unimagined dreams.
Together we’ll go.
Places new, old, dark, bright, misty, unknown,
Go with me there—
together we are home.
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