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What a great time I’ve had exploring my grandfather‘s poetry and hearing from many of you these past few weeks. My thanks to all of you, friends and strangers alike, for your support.

This is my last daily blog post for now, but I’ll be updating this site occasionally in the coming months. Next year will be a big year for ArthurMapes.com, as we celebrate our poet laureate’s centennial and his hometown, Kendallville, celebrates 150 years.

Early in this journey I wrote of a springtime poem; here’s another, “The Dawn of Spring,” to take us out:

When the geese are winging northward,
And the fields are turning green,
And the rushing stream is hidden
By a verdant willow screen.

I hope you’ll keep reading poetry in the meantime. Until we meet again…

1977. Photo by Charles Barrett courtesy of Marilyn Mapes Barrett.