Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Events at ROMP
One of the best things about living in Oklahoma is that we experience all four seasons. It was wonderful to celebrate spring in poetry, song, fellowship, and folks this weekend at our Spring is Singing event. Our calendar for the year includes events that celebrate each of the seasons. The museum exists to honor nature (rural) and poetry. Continue reading “Spring is Singing and More”
Peggy the Personification Pig has proven too popular. She must have her own blog. In the future, you can click on the Peggy link above to be directed to her site. She is quite the . . . ham. She wrote a poem to celebrate her day at Chouteau High School.
I am a pig of many roles.
A pig of many rolls.
You helped me see my dream.
You helped me to believe
A pig can be queen for a day.
–Peggy
I am not of your world.
I am in it.
There is no design
You can make
That will ever
Compete
With this.
I am
Your muse. Continue reading “No Design”
It’s official. The check came in the mail yesterday. The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry won the Douglas A. Noverr Grant for Collection enhancement for Institutions to Build Popular Culture and American Culture Research Collections.
I learned I had won the grant back in December, but I didn’t feel I could celebrate until I actually had the funds. Yeah!!!! So come celebrate with me this month–March 22 at our Spring is Singing event. Or April 5 at our first ROMP Poetry Festival. If you have been out to the museum before, come see the changes and additions and the new ROMP Shop. This grant will mean so many great improvements for the museum. Continue reading “PCA/ACA Grant”
Many of you know that I grew up in the small town I now live in. I graduated from high school in Locust Grove in 1980 and went to various places, none far away. In 2005, I moved back here and began teaching at Pryor Junior High. My mother was a teacher at Locust Grove High School for thirty years, and her family and my dad’s family have lived in Locust Grove and Rose for more than 100 years. This community is important to us. Continue reading “Arts in the Community”
We are old and the year is new.
I pull glass dust from my hairline
While you don one more layer or two,
Head into winter to finish on time.
Come with me now into the new land
Where moon music reverberates into day
Where the seasons arrive without plan
Where love is setting up house to stay.
–Shaun Perkins
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