By: Mary Oliver
I have sharpened my knives, I have
Put on the heavy apron.
Maybe you think life is chicken soup, served
In blue willow-pattern bowls.
I have put on my boots and opened
The kitchen door and stepped out
Into the sunshine. I have crossed the lawn,
The hen house.
I liked this poem because when I read it, images immediately came to mind. I think I could show these images very clearly and scene for scene. I am excited to start this!
