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To Wordsworth the Poet fans, please check him out at his own FB page. He’s complaining that no one goes there much. In today’s post, he is complaining how he was not flown first class from Sacramento to Honolulu to Hilo. He also explains how he was created. He’s getting pretty verbal, now that he’s so well-sought by his fans in Hawaii. Do you know Maui has now invited him over to visit their schools to teach them about Alzheimer’s and memory loss?  No, I was not invited.

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I took this photo during a walk around the neighborhood. That eye spoke to me …

Tree

tree bark

I  see you.

Put that saw away.

You will not use my sisters and brothers

To fill your bank account

With Real Estate towers.

 

I see you.

Put that saw down.

Look up at my glory,

Home to hundreds of life

More than you can accommodate

In your blue-printed home of destruction.

 

See me.

Before it is too late.

Frances Kakugawa 2-5-19

 

 

 

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How do you like my Holiday tree with so many golden balls…a natural and real tree. To all you readers who, after reading my Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer! book, began to use trees whose roots are still in rich healthy soil, thank you for keeping our planet green. To you, too, who have stopped cutting down trees. Wait, there’s more. See my bulldozer poem under my tree.

Ww's tree

The Bulldozer

there was place I sat and dreamed

to music played in my concert grove

 

branches rubbed against branches

coconuts dropped to the ground…

vines snaked and squeaked their way

seeking the hot noon sun.

 

frilly fronds danced the wind

lacy limbs brushed their leaves…

sparrows, mynahs spattered notes

low c’s, high c’s and in-between.

 

a place for cellos, violins

trombones, tubas, crashing  brass…

flutes, piccolos, clarinets ,too

a symphony of purest sound.

 

up and down the scale

notes played every key…

in this place I called my grove

until the monster came.

 

he gobbled up notes

oh, what a hungry beast…

he ate and ate, grunted and groaned

until there was nothing left

nothing at all.

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Hi Everyone,

Just a reminder that Frances will be reading my poems from four of my books at Barnes & Noble on Saturday, Dec 9th at 11 a.m. I told her to read how and why I wrote these poems, too. She’ll be signing my books. ( I told Frances I need a new aloha shirt.)

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Saturday: December 9th

Arden Fair, Sacramento

11 a.m.

4 WordsworthBooks

I’ll be reading and talking about these four books. In the meantime, here are a few stories of how Wordsworth is making a difference in children’s and adults’ lives:

Wordsworth the Poet:

A grandmother found her 4 year old granddaughter out in the yard one early morning.She asked her, “What are you doing out here?”

Granddaughter: I’m Wordsworth the poet. I’m trying to catch some dewdrops.

Wordsworth Dances the Waltz:

From a young mother of two pre-schoolers: I read Wordsworth Dances the Waltz to my children. One day my four year old asked me, “Why do you talk so mean to Grandma?” I realized they have turned into Wordsworth and are teaching me about compassion and kindness.

Three classes in an elementary school used this book to work on a year- long project at a nursing facility.

Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer!

I love the scent of Christmas trees. After this book was published, many readers wrote me during the holidays assuming that I no longer use real Christmas trees. They  use artificial trees to help save our trees. Gulp. I now use artificial trees.

Wordsworth, It’s In Your Pocket

A grandmother of teens emailed this: I gave this book to my teenage grandchildren. I was so happy to hear them say,  “He’s talking about us!” We are all being more aware of time being used on our electronic devices. Thank you, Wordsworth.

Come join us on the 9th.

Wordsworth and Frances

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4 WordsworthBooks

My little mouse poet Wordsworth and I will be at Barnes & Noble at Arden Fair, Sacramento on December 9th, at 11 a.m. Come meet Wordsworth and bring  your children ages  1 to 90.

Wordsworth the Poet: Poor Wordsworth, everyone worries or makes fun of him because he is different by being a poet. One day his poetry saves his whole village.

Wordsworth Dances the Waltz: Wordsworth teaches the adults that his Grandma is still a Grandma even if she is losing her memory.

Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer:  The trees are being destroyed. Can Wordsworth and his friends use their poetry to save these trees? See how a group of children become empowered through writing, to make a difference.

Wordsworth, It’s in Your Pocket: Poor Wordsworth, all his friends are addicted to electronic games. Can he bring them back again to ocean waves and human conversations and true human friendship? An old mouse tells him the answer is in his pocket.

 

 

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To Homo Sapiens

 

I am your forest.

The sound of your ax

Silences my voice.

I am your…

I am…

I…

 

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I am Salmon.

I am Black Rhino.

I am Honey Bee.

Soon to be fossilized

Into your earth. Unless

 

You learn to hear

Hummingbird wings.

frances

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