Well before the sun appears
in the dark
in the dew
in the quiet of pre-dawn
I hear a man whistling
a happy tune
as it echoes off the ancient walls.
Who whistles,
I think as I lay in bed,
at such a time of day?
But the happy song
he whistles that morn
blows my question away.
I smile and listen as he makes his way
from bin to bin to bin,
marvelling at his utter joy
for the simple job he’s in.
If only all of us could feel
the happy this fellow seems
each morning that he puckers his lips
and starts his day with a tune.
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Author: Anne Celano Frohna
I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil in hand and would not feel complete without it.
And I actually made a meager living at it (and as an editor) for 25 years.
I worked for newspapers and magazines, in graphic arts and advertising, and wrote several local history books.
But I have also taught English in Japan, been a Nanny in Italy, worked in and for museums, was an Airbnb Superhost for four years, as well as an Etsy shop owner where I sold vintage items I found over the years of thrift and yard sales.
After moving to Arizona with my family in 2010, I completed a series of different writing projects, including two books of creative non-fiction:
Just West of the Midwest: a comedy
(Based on journals I kept during my two years as an English teacher in rural Japan.)
Within Close Range: short stories of an American Childhood
(Short stories and poems about growing up as the middle of five children in suburban Chicago.)
I've also written children's stories and continue to write short fiction, but have recently found my voice in poetry.
This blog, however, is where my greatest passion comes alive.
I am also a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (23) and Sophia (21) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt.
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