Poetry Friday: Who's Been Here?

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The last two weeks I have been working with the Columbus Area Writing Project at The Ohio State University.  I have been sitting in the same classrooms I sat in years ago as an undergraduate and graduate student.  As I look around I can't help but think about all of the amazing professors I had.  During my days wandering the halls I can't help but wonder who has been here?  What great ideas have been formed in these very spaces?  That thinking inspired this short poem with an image from Ramseyer Hall.  



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  1. Linda BJune 27, 2015 at 12:08 AM

    It's lovely, Cathy. I just visited my college this week, didn't wander any old halls, but walked the campus remembering.

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  2. CarolJune 27, 2015 at 9:39 AM

    This looks a little like Morrill Hall at UNH, where I did my graduate work. You make me want to go back for a visit.

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  3. CarolJune 27, 2015 at 9:40 AM

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  4. CarolJune 27, 2015 at 9:44 AM

    P.S. Not sure if I missed something from you yesterday or if you just were too busy to add it to the comments-- I added your entry to the roundup this morning If that's not ok, just let me know. Carol

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  5. LoraleeJune 27, 2015 at 7:02 PM

    Love the poem and how you shared it on the photo...

    I often wonder who has been there everywhere I go...

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  6. SharonJune 28, 2015 at 1:50 PM

    So true of all the places we pass through...

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