Birdfoot’s Grampa

You know how, sometimes, you get that little hit of bliss when you read something or hear something that just gobsmacks you between the eyes because it expresses just how you feel?

I got that gobsmacked feeling the first time I read this poem by Joseph Bruchac.

In addition to being a poet, Bruchac is a novelist who lives in the Adirondack Mountains.

This is my favorite poem—ever. I hope it will become yours as well.

SH-frog poetry

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