Slipping into the early morning dark with
two dogs on the leash, my footsteps
echo on the sidewalk, the quiet
disturbed, but if the whip-poor-will and
lonely owl notice, they do not ask me to slow.
*This golden shovel poem (last word of each line recreates a line from another poem) comes from one of my favorite poems when I was a teen, Elinor Wylie’s Velvet Shoes.
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Velvet Shoes is a beautiful poem. Your golden shovel is perfect.
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I love your golden shovel poem and its glimpse into your morning walk. I should think more about what might be observing me when I am walking.
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What a beautful moment to capture. I can feel the quiet through your word choice. Excellant!
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I came because I wanted to remember how a golden shovel poem works and yours is an excellent mentor text.
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