BANNER MOUNTAIN GIRL # 18-a visit to the Emerson Inn by the Sea

As a child, growing up on Banner Mountain, I began writing poetry and continued writing it in high school. I loved reading poetry and hearing my teachers discuss poets and their work. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would become a poet. And I certainly never thought that one day I would spend a night at the same Inn by the Sea where Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) had visited, where he had been inspired to write some of his masterpieces.

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This lovely bed and breakfast–the Emerson Inn by the Sea–is where Ralph Waldo Emerson sometimes vacationed.  The Inn has been renovated and the renovation left a portion of the original rooms where Emerson had stayed with his family. It was renamed Ralph Waldo Emerson after their most celebrated guest. Much of his inspiration, it is said, came from visiting this rocky coastline of Rockport, Massachusetts.

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Rockport -- A Place Beside the Sea

Rockport — A Place Beside the Sea

I visited this romantic place and stayed at this unique Emerson Inn by the Sea with my husband and part of our family a few years ago when we returned to New England to show our children where we had lived. My husband was stationed at Pease Air Force Base, Portsmouth, New Hampshire for three years. We lived in Kittery, Maine when our third child was born. What a treasure to revisit New England, see old friends, begin a new poem, and to set foot on the rocky coast where Emerson once found inspiration to write!

© Freeda Baker Nichols

My Page in Poems by Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas

Rockport, Massachusetts 2006Fantasy’s Friend

Setting my sail on a shimmering sea,
I invited you to skim with me.
Away from the shore to never-never land,
together we swept, hand in hand.
One day my hand unclasped your own,
I drifted then on the sea alone.
My heart became a desert trail
like waves of water, behind the sail,
which opened, then closed a shimmering plane
without you there to whisper my name.

I listen for your voice above the ocean’s roar.
If I could summon you back once more!
But I hear nothing and feel no breeze
to carry me over the shimmering seas,
which mirror your face in a puzzle-like shade
as I reflect on the error I’ve made.
How could I have been so blind
as to leave unlocked the door of my mind,
through which you escaped on the shimmering sea?
Oh, precious love, still sail with me.

© Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols
From Poems by Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas, 1991

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Hi World! “Blogging 101”

“Blogging 101” suggests that I introduce myself to the world. So, hello world! To some extent, I already know you because I’ve been blogging for three years.  I’m a writer, poet, and an amateur photographer. I’m a wife, mother and grandmother.  I made my blog public to gain readers interested in the topics of fiction, poetry and photography. The title of my blog is “Freeda Baker Nichols, My True Sentence.”  I hope to consistently share my writing with many readers.  And with my every word, I’d like to say I love you and remember me!

Who Are The Poets?

 

Who Are The Poets?

Who but a poet whose talents are rare
can bring out the laughter, also a tear?
Who but the Poets’  Roundtable will care
when one of their members trembles with fear?

Who but a poet can furnish the glue
to hold words together upon the page,
compressed, compacted–a story so true–
to capture attention down through the age?

Some have collected Fair Heaven’s awards;
their poetry, though, shall ever remain
in hearts, anthologies, sharp as new swords,
indelible as the great works of Twain.

Who are these poets that I hold in awe?
Why, they are the Poets’ of Arkansas.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

A Carl Sandburg Quote About Poetry

Cover of 1922 edition of Rootabaga Stories, by...

Cover of 1922 edition of Rootabaga Stories, by Carl Sandburg (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The following is a  quote by Carl Sandburg, who was born 1/6/1878 and died  7/22/1967          : “Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.” End of quote.

Now, I ask you– friends and bloggers–isn’t that a marvelous way to describe poetry?

F.B.N.