Ida Glover
95 years old
Grew up in Little Falls, NY
Former librarian
Likes to read, listen to music, do jigsaw & crossword puzzles, play games, and visit art museums
Ida wrote many poems throughout her life, and was kind enough to share some of them with me. We sat down and she walked through each of the poems, sharing a bit of background about each.
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“ I haven’t read these myself in so long. Most of my poetry, I guess, would not be called happy poetry… I haven’t written anything, or tried to, in a long time. I don’t know why I stopped. I don’t know, I didn’t let many people read my poems. ”
[Click on a poem title in the boxes below to read each poem, with Ida's thoughts at the bottom in italics]
Tending Field
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He nods approval as the loam crumbles
cool in his palm
soon blistered soon calloused
the field has been waiting for this
the seeding time
to turn aside
roots stubble stone
and bare the birthing place
he strokes the mare’s mane
she too has been waiting
shakes down her harness
dusty from winter’s wall
she knows the acres well
the places for the haws* the gees**
the trees where shade will give them rest
they lean into the task
sharp gusts of winddust part his hair
rough up his cheeks
flap free the wrinkles from his shirt
sail full into his leggings
* haw: bear left; ** gee: bear right
This one was published. I was thinking of my grandfather plowing the field, getting it ready for spring planting. That one was published in the Aurorean, which is a poetry publication out of Maine.