I wrote 30 poems, including a PowerPoint video poem and a few erasures.

I strolled up and down rolling hills, through gardens, around a pond, near trees, and harborside.

I sat in silence in a library alcove, in a great room in front of a fireplace, and on a porch.

I offered impromptu tidbits of historical facts.

I guided a poetry writing workshop about what history holds.

I am grateful for the Friends of Cedarmere, for this inspiring opportunity, and for the preservation of this historical place that urges us towards a better future.