Ann Rousseau Smith - Children's Author and Poet
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Here you will find
information about me
and my writing.
 
Read some of my poems below:
 
 
 
Feather Duster Feet
(Barnacles)
 
When tide is low, we close up tight
like clumps of chalk - dry and white.
When tide is high, we come alive.
Our feasting starts as waves arrive.
 
Attached headfirst to shoreline rocks,
we feed with feet - no shoes or socks.
Our feather duster feet will sweep

for tasty morsels from the deep.

 
I Reach for the Night
 
With a sweep
of my arm,
I reach for the night
to pull
it down close
as I slip into sleep.
 
It encircles
my limbs,
my face and my feet
with its shimmering
blanket
of blackberry velvet—
embroidered
with threads
of glimmering gems.
 
Each whispering jewel
serenades
with a lullaby:
     dream . . .
          dream . . .
               dream . . .

 
Seeds of Peace
 
What if seeds of peace
            grew like weeds:
                        persistent,
                        hardy,
                        resilient?
We’d pull the tops,
            but the roots would stay:
                        spreading,
                        quiet,
                        insistent.
We might forget them . . .
            until they sprouted again.
What if pesticides were outlawed
            or non-existent?
The warmth of a smile,
the nurture of time
            would be all it takes:
                        asters,
                        daisies,
                        lavender.
What a welcome invader
            peace would be.












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