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We close our National Poetry Month features with a final poem generously provided exclusively for Lone Star Lit by San Antonio poet Naomi Shihab Nye. Happy Poetry Month, y\u2019all. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Something Forgotten<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n This morning an Amish farmer awakens with furrowed fields<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n spread ready before him his wife stirring molasses <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n two young sons giggling in a bedroom as they tie on their boots <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I wonder what the world looks like to them<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Do they feel planted at the center of a thought or somewhere out on a rim?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thinking of the server who said every morning I am not really a waitress <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am a photographer just doing this to help out a friend<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thinking of the 5th<\/sup> grade girl in a tiny town Eastern Shore Maryland<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n who read a poem so perfectly in Spanish twice to her classmates <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n each syllable rippled<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n then saying she plans to be a translator everyone clapped<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n In another school blue and pink mural in hall WE ARE ALL WONDERS<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n why such simple words brought tears I could have stood there <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n kids babbling around me till the whole place emptied <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n These days there are men and women who seem to have forgotten <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n anything humble<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n For us to feel lost is not the worst thing <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A final poem, “Something Forgotten,” generously provided exclusively for Lone Star Lit, by San Antonio poet Naomi Shihab Nye. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1874,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[9,8,64],"class_list":["post-1875","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-lonestarliterarylife","tag-lonestarliterarycom","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1875","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1875"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1875\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1874"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1875"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1875"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1875"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}