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2019: The 11th Annual Great Genealogy Poetry Challenge

Posted on 9 November, 2019 by Janice Brown

I was excited to see that my friend, distant cousin, and blogger extraordinaire, Bill West,  has announced his 11th annual “Great Genealogy Poetry” challenge. The challenge is open to anyone who will post a poem on their blog or web … Continue reading →

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New England Poetry: The Last Day of Summer

Posted on 23 September, 2019 by Janice Brown

–THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER– To ZEPHIRA. Come hither, come hither, my May-day queen, The last day of summer is here; But weep not,–nor sigh, for merry old Time Will bring us another year. Yet ’tis hard to part with … Continue reading →

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New Hampshire Missing Places: The Whittier Pine of Center Harbor

Posted on 15 July, 2019 by Janice Brown

It had been called the Whittier Pine.  The famed poet John Greenleaf Whittier had his own personal name for this great tree–Wood Giant.  It was located on land near the Sturtevant Farm on Route 25B/Dane Road, Center Harbor NH. [Editor’s … Continue reading →

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2019: Valentines Day Remembrances

Posted on 5 February, 2019 by Janice Brown

My very gentle Valentine, Since for me you were born too soon, And I for you was born too late. God forgives him who has estranged Me from you for the whole year. I am already sick of love, My … Continue reading →

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New Hampshire Poem: Evening Tea

Posted on 22 January, 2019 by Janice Brown

EVENING TEA Dedicated to Linda Boyd It is time to be seated for evening tea, The silver’s well-polished and so are we. With place cards discovered, genteelly we pose, To chat with our neighbor–anticipation grows.

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