Back on the trail!

Went on my first hike yesterday since injuring my knee 6/17. Delighted to see many of my favorite wildflowers still in bloom: elephantella, paintbrush, columbines, Parry’s primrose and asters. The beauty was heightened by my absence and it was a completely joyous day!

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Remembering my mom

Today is the four year anniversary of my mom’s death. This photo of her was taken in 1970, when she was 49.

Wish I was sitting at her dining room table right now, scooping a serving spoon into a bowl of her tomato sauce and meatballs.

I miss you, Mommy!

A Sampling of Poems by Yamoransa Students

Here are a few of the poems written by my students in Yamoransa during our week of classes in August, 2016:

Green walls
black cardboard
closed windows and open door
different kinds of books
—Charlotte Aidoo

Yellow color
Pointed mouth
Wooden body
Red eraser
—Francis Awotwe

I am like education
always hoping for the best
I replace an empty mind
with an open one
I challenge blockheaded people
I never give up in life.
—Jacob Owusu

I am like gold
I can shine for everybody
I cannot break
I can help the one who needs me
No one can stop me from shining
—Matilda  Ekuwa Acheampong

If I were water
I would always be pure
and good for drinking
I would be mineral water
—Prosper Mensah

If I were a president
I would always rule the nation
good and give the nation anything
they need and make sure
there is peace and stability
—Prosper Mensah

If I were a bird
I’d fly in the sky
to heaven and I will
be with God everyday
—Edmond Mensah

If I were an animal
I would be a dog
barking to scare the robbers
who try to steal or kill
So that the owner of the house
will know that a robber
has appeared.
—Benedicta Boakye


A light of fire roaming about
A bright clay on a floor
The dress we wear to a funeral ceremony.

A sad day
When you are worried
Thinking about someone else

Red berries blending into juice
drinking hot water
Swallowing toffee

A crisp morning
swimming in a pool to cool your body
A very serious volcano destroying houses

Red can change your life.
—Priscilla Adede Ocansey


The love between a couple
A bright, clear sky in summer
The kindness in a person

Footprints in white clay
The sharing of love
The tenderness of children

Milk added to tea for breakfast
Chewing popcorn
Eating brazed rice

Clouds in the sky
The root of a tree which water penetrates in plant growth
the purity of Jesus Christ

White can bring peace.
—Bonaventure Kumah Munkoh


Yellow is like a mango
Yellow is like a golden cup
Yellow is like a sunflower
Yellow sounds like a bell ringing for lunch
Bananas taste yellow
Yellow makes me feel happy
Yellow makes me smile
Yellow makes me feel like I am in a dream
I love my color yellow.
—Benedicta Boakye

September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001

Yesterdays frustrations recede
as news of crashing
hijacked planes
explode into my kitchen.
I watch as one of New York’s
tallest towers crumbles,
trapping thousands in a massive
tomb of debris,
unable to erase the image
of people jumping
from the building.

The second tower succumbs.

Just two days ago
at 12,000 feet
wind floated across Gibson Lake
mountains coated with fresh snow
dazzled against the cobalt sky
marmots fattened for impending hibernation
sunned themselves on boulders
like vacationers at the beach

Now peace seems so far away,
the world unsafe
as my thoughts scurry
like frightened mice
for a shelter
that doesn’t exist

Linda Keller, 9/11/01

From Comet Dreams, ©2004

Students writing poetry in Yamoransa, Ghana

StudentGrp1 studentgrp2 studentgrp3 studentgrp4 studentgrp5 studentgrp6I miss my beautiful students and have been re-reading their sweet letters and poems. One of my favorite letters:

“I will miss you a lot. I will miss how you guide us to write poem and I will miss how you jump around the classroom when you get happy and I will miss how you read your poem to us with tears. I will never forget that.

Thank you very much because through you, I can now write a poem for my own without writing someone poem as mine. Thank you.—Hilda Annabil