The Wednesday Poets began when the Barton Public Library received a grant from the Vermont Council of the Humanities providing free copies of Poetry 180: A Turning Back to Poetry, an anthology by Billie Collins. Following an initial three sessions the group decided to keep writing together as long into autumn as they could and to begin again each following summer. Since the autumn of 2018, the group meets through the winter months as well.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Fran's poem in eulogy as published in The Chronicle last week.
of Dorothy Cowles Lehnow (“Dot”): 1914-2017
her Eighties, she still could
to canoe with her.
steer; that was understood.
another thing that Dorothy would
firmly, deftly. No discussion or debate!
happiest when sitting
by dozing dogs and knitting
crocheting. Her cats would visit, deigning
on her-- or their food dish—disdaining
A nap with
those lazy dogs.
was always occupied:
writing, hiking up the side
road, picking berries or tracking scat.
in search of her fugitive cat.
One of the
lessons I learned from Dot
not precept, was the way she taught):
silence. Compared to chatter,
silent in the moment with a friend can matter
reminiscence. An old old-friend:
Dorothy is gone, fond memories won’t end.
Fran Blake Smith, a participant in the “Wednesday