Upon Finally Graduating High School!

I cannot believe I am still in school and will be until June 12th!
Well, I cannot believe it has been so grey most of May, so perhaps
I can believe I am still in high school.
I am about to graduate from this high school experience. I have
subbed for two decades to fund my true passion-writing. Now I
get to take the time to put together, sort and organize files full of
writing and prepare to market it!
I have three novels to sell. Beau coups poems and songs. And, of
course essays and book reviews. So much that I am sure I'll be
busy most of the summer!

In the fall I plan to reach out to agents and see if I can get some-
special- body to represent my work. And then (hopefully) HARVEST
time. Isn't that how it's done after one puts in all the work? Doesn't
it follow that reaping results? I sure hope so. I feel long overdue.
Speaking of dues, I haven't really collected enough rejections to
pay my dues, yet.

Did you know that Gone With The Wind was rejected something like
49 times before it was accepted? Whew! Have I ever got a lot of
road ahead of me! Well, as you may have heard, "A journey of a
thousands miles begins with a single step." If I recall, Confusius
coined that little ditty. So, here we go! It's almost time to get on the road
like Tom Joad. (Steinbeck) I'll be done June 12th. Then you'll be
hearing more from me. Right now I have other work to do...

See ya soon,

Raintreepoet

May Daze Remembered

When I was a youngster, my mom was really in to
any reason to celebrate. She had a historical bent, so
she wanted me to do what she did on May Day.
She took me out to her flower garden and helped me
choose a brilliant multi-colored bouquet. She advised
me how to arrange it in a paper cone and sent me on
my way to the Plumbs, neighbors that she was currently
in like with.
Mrs. Plumb/Helen answered my knock with a broad
smile and welcomed me in. I handed her the flowers
and she invited me to stay for tea and biscuits.
What she really served were cookies, but she liked
to call them biscuits because they came from a tin
made in Britain.
Mrs. Plumb always talked about meanings and history
and she was fascinating. I could see why she and my
mother were friends.
Soon enough, Mr. Plumb/Herb rustled in the mud room
and entered the kitchen, smiling.
"Oh, you have a visitor!" he said, almost like he forgot
it was me. So, I said, "It's just me. I am here to wish
you both Happy May Day!"
"And Happy May Day to you, too, little lady."
My tomboy skin shivered at the notion that I was a
lady. However, I did come bearing flowers, so it may
have looked that way.
When it was time to go, Mrs. Plumb took me out to
her flower garden and helped me choose a bouquet
for my mother. She also helped slip them into a cone
and we said our good-byes and I headed home.
All I can think about as I recall this is I wish I had some
neighbors like the Plumbs.

Happy Bouquet  Day, Neighbor.

Raintreepoet