{"id":1236,"date":"2012-04-27T03:26:34","date_gmt":"2012-04-27T03:26:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1236"},"modified":"2017-07-11T16:28:14","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T16:28:14","slug":"plans-by-jane-hanser","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/plans-by-jane-hanser\/","title":{"rendered":"Plans by Jane Hanser"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Plans<\/h1>\n

by Jane Hanser<\/p>\n

He who offered so much life
\nlies resting in the ground
\nStones and grass and monuments
\nand flowers all around<\/p>\n

Our breaths are frozen in the cold
\nOur thoughts more frozen still
\nOur son his youth a memory
\nupon this wind blown hill.<\/p>\n

We’ll ne’er forget his laughter
\nor his smile or his face
\nThe plans and schemes and hopes and dreams
\nThe warmth of his embrace<\/p>\n

And then our ailing hearts
\nare shaken, roused from misery
\nAnd turn we must to other deeds
\nthat God hath for you and me<\/p>\n

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I’ve an M.Ed. in English Education and TESOL from Temple University Graduate School. I taught English and ESL at CUNY for 14 years, as well as in Camden, New Jersey and Valencia, Spain. I’ve written and developed a popular software program for high school and college-aged learners of English. I have a self-published grammar book, The Grammar HELP! Student Handbook which will be revised this year under a new title and as an e-book. My blog, “Dogs Don’t Look Both Ways”, has, for several years, attracted a number of people and dogs who have found solace and encouragement in the story of crisis and hope, and in interacting with Joey, the Labrador Retriever, on the blog. The story was subsequently covered in the print editions of the Newton Tab (Newton, MA) and on the front page of The Daily News Tribune (Waltham, MA). I live, work, write and play in Newton Centre, MA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Plans by Jane Hanser He who offered so much life lies resting in the ground Stones and grass and monuments and flowers all around Our breaths are frozen in the cold Our thoughts more frozen still Our son his youth a memory upon this wind blown hill. We’ll ne’er forget his laughter or his smile…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[123,419],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1236","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-123","category-death-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t