Amy Secrist

Tag: slowing down

  • Stop and Write Some Poems

    Shoes come off, then the socks,stepping lightly o’er the rocks. Wind picks up, kids run wild,flying through the grass awhile. Sitting down, looking up,slowing now to fill the cup. One line here, one verse there,meaning, meaning everywhere. Stop and write some poems.   

  • Hello, Time

    A washboard and a wood-burning oven are things I don’t have. A few months ago the little ones were sick, for weeks, and I was exhausted, but I didn’t cry. Then my washing machine fell apart inside and quit spinning. But I didn’t cry; I used every stitch of fabric in the house before packing the…