Buffalo Chips: A Collection of Poems

By Theresa Mary Reid Woodeshick

This volume is an insightful compilation of wit, humor, political commentary, soul-searching, and love. Theresa tackles a variety of themes from lighthearted glimpses of family and friends to more thought-provoking discussions of good and evil. While her book primarily featuresfree-verse, there is also a sprinkling of Haiku, limerick, and a sonnet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 3, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452058191

Theresa Mary Reid Woodeshick

Raised in Tonawanda, New York, Poet Theresa Woodeshick holds a degree in English from the University of Delaware. She works as an educator at Smyrna High School in Delaware. Prior to working at the high school, Theresa taught English and theater to students at PEAK, a high school housed at Delaware Technical and Community College near Dover for at-risk teens. There she also hosted and was a storyteller on the television program, Del Tech Reads, in cooperation with Comcast Cable. Theresa spent some years teaching middle school students at a local Parochial school. In addition to writing, her hobbies include reading, gardening, and decorating. This book is the result of forty years of writing, first as a youth, then between children, while juggling dishes and a career, and when compelled by historic and current events. The Woodeshicks have two sons, one daughter, and five beautiful granddaughters. Illustrator, Martina Cooper is seventeen-years-old and has been drawing all of her life. She won a Scholastics Competition on a regional level for her ESP custom drawing. She loves art with a passion and hopes to pursue art after high school. What she most enjoys drawing are portraits and random designs.

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Contents

Dedication

A Face in the Clouds

At Night in My Bed

Band of Robbers

Betrayal

Bluebird

Etched Sorrow

Bottled Up

Bottoms Up

Winter’s Stories

Dancing in the Dome

Breath

Sparks

Ice Floes

The Playground

Serenade

Half a Dozen Pews

Headphones

Hindsight

Iranian Revolt

It’s Not the Yarmulke

Kissed

Limerick

Limerick

Listen to the Heat Bleed

Milosevic’s Dream

Not Johnny Bench

A Sonnet

Note, to Ged

(from: A Wizard of Earthsea)

Only A Dream

Replete

Road Sweat

Run Off

Spring

Sleep Interrupted

Special What?

Terry at Fifteen

The Cupboard

The Daughter of Belial

Through a Lens

The Masquerade

Walls

Grandma’s House

Whistling Wind

The Garden

Glosses

The Play’s the Thing

Underbelly

About the Author

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my father, Don Reid, the oral poet of my childhood, who early on filled me with a love of words, poetry, and stories and who is largely responsible for this endeavor. To my warm and wonderful mother, though she will never read it, and to my loving husband for his tireless support of this project and for his belief in me.

A special thanks to fellow poet, John Foster, and also to JoVonna Dodge for their patience and help in reading, editing, and commenting on my words in the rough. I would not have done this without your help and support.

A Face in the Clouds

When I left home, the wind was at my back,

The sun shone warmly upon my face, and

Rain flooded my heart.

I walked alone, a solitary figure beneath a vast, azure sky.

I looked for your face in the clouds,

As though your image would be etched somewhere in the heavens.

It is funny how many times I have seen images in the mists,

But yours escaped me—

Yours was the only countenance for which I hungered,

Yours the only voice I longed to hear,

Yours the