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Sometimes when things turn upside down
And inside out, and look dark brown,
I rush outdoors and gaze into
The topless sky's eternal blue,
So calm and cool, so still and deep,
With calm, contented clouds like sheep . . .
I shade my eyes, and stare and stare,
Then go back in the house, and there
Begin to wonder and to doubt
What I was in a stew about.
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Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.
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Love the rhyme; will try and heed the sage advice! Judy
Posted 04/30/2011 10:25 AM
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Buckner14:
What fun! And next time I'm about to throw a hissy-fit (is that a purely Southern term?) I'll quote it to my fraught self!
Posted 04/29/2011 03:31 PM
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KevinArnold:
This poem is made by the word 'stew.' So many idioms could have been used to describe angst. I like her choice:
Begin to wonder and to doubt
What I was in such a stew about.
Posted 04/29/2011 08:10 AM
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