Poem of the Week, by Dorothea Grossman
My son was two years old and we were in the backyard. It was early spring, and I was digging around in the dirt when he suddenly bent double and started laughing and pointing. Dinosaurs, he said, dinosaurs! I followed his pointing finger to the patch of ferns next to us. They were just beginning to … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Dorothea Grossman