6 readers get poetic in 'sijo' contest
Your Face
I have not a single song
With all the sounds
Of mountain towns
Nor have I one bright picture
That can capture
Sweet New Hampshire
Still I see your once stately face
Cracked and drawn
Though long gone
McCann's critique: "Nice echoes, off-rhymes and rhymes, and a bold rearrangement of the sijo into not three lines, but three stanzas! Nicely done."


