poetry and prose about place


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Rabbits have always been a part of my life. When I was young, in Alberta, rabbits (the white-tailed jackrabbit) overran the prairie and almost every evening, you could look out on the lawn and see them grazing. In New Brunswick, we often see rabbits (the snowshoe hare) along the roadside.


When I was in Grade One, I was asked to submit my scribbler for a contest. The teacher, Mrs. MacDonald, said two things about my scribbler. First, I should look at my spelling of ‘rabbit.’ It occurred many times in the scribbler and everywhere I had spelled it ‘raddit.’ Second, she said to use an eraser to make the corrections. “Do not wet your finger and try to take out the two ds. It will leave a hole in your paper.”


I had no eraser. And I wanted to win the scribbler contest. The teacher had mentioned the use of a wet finger as an eraser. Perhaps it would work. So I wet my finger and rubbed at the ds. You guessed it, I ended up with a hole in the scribbler page. I did not win the contest.


snowshe hare paperback




grass, bent after rain

underside in dark, topside

rinsed in moonlight where

eight brown rabbits lope

from perimeter of prairie

eager for a nibble of green,

nip of delirium, dancing

in moonlight, whiskers

liberated to brush

cheeks in mobile

shadow, to make

transparent, long

ears, vein-lined

twitch, stand

erect, ear

hairs scan

for two-

or four-





All my best,

staying home,



Written by jane tims

April 10, 2020 at 7:00 pm

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  1. Rabbits played a large part of my childhood, too. Your drawing is remarkable! You should have won.

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    April 11, 2020 at 10:10 am

  2. Love the drawing and poetry. Happy Easter, Jane!

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    Barbara Rodgers

    April 11, 2020 at 8:14 am

  3. Great intro narrative. I could just imagine this determined little girl trying to rub out her mistakes!

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    Jane Fritz

    April 10, 2020 at 11:40 pm

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