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{"id":1581,"date":"2019-04-28T09:45:50","date_gmt":"2019-04-28T09:45:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/?p=1581"},"modified":"2019-04-28T13:12:23","modified_gmt":"2019-04-28T13:12:23","slug":"something-forgotten-naomi-shihab-nye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lonestar.a1professionals.net\/?p=1581&lang=ar","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Something Forgotten&#8221; by Naomi Shihab Nye"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">A final poem, &#8220;Something Forgotten,&#8221; generously provided exclusively for Lone Star Lit,&nbsp;by San Antonio poet Naomi Shihab Nye.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">We close our National Poetry Month features with a final poem generously provided exclusively for Lone Star Lit by San Antonio poet Naomi Shihab Nye. Happy Poetry Month, y\u2019all. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><strong><em><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">Something Forgotten<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">This morning an Amish farmer awakens with furrowed fields<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; spread ready before him &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;his wife stirring molasses &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; two young sons&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; giggling in a bedroom as they tie on their boots&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I wonder what the world looks like to them<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp; Do they feel planted at the center of a thought or somewhere out on a rim?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">Thinking of the server who said every morning&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am not really a waitress <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am a photographer&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;just doing this to help out a friend<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">Thinking of the 5<sup>th<\/sup> grade girl in a tiny town &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eastern Shore Maryland<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; who read a poem so perfectly in Spanish &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;twice &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to her classmates <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; each syllable rippled<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;then saying she plans to be a translator &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;everyone clapped<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp; In another school&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; blue and pink mural in hall&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; WE ARE ALL WONDERS<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:12pt\"><span style=\"font-family:Calibri,sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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