 After you introduce a reader, if you would come over here and have a seat. I'll give you a cue, okay? Oh, alright. Hold on a minute. Can you give me a cue? Okay. Well, I just want to maybe... Alright. Ready... Set... Hey, everybody. Welcome to the third title wave by the wonderful Stixon Stones Art and Poetry Collaborative. It was a very eventful year and a lot of work was put into not only having them blossom as poets, but also having blossomed into confident readers, which they all agreed to come here. And I'm very proud of you all already. Now after this, we're going to keep writing poems and keep working on what we're doing. And I don't want to be part of this scene at all. I want to have my assistant Ian come and help me out. And we're going to start introducing some of our poets. Any questions you can reach out to me after. We can network. You know you can... First. Okay. Okay. That's fine. So the... My assistant MC is Ian Burke, who's going to have a special introduction. First, I would like to give a... I want you to give a quick clap to my parents, Janet and Jim. You're an official. And now, welcome to the... to Title Wave 3. We are sticks and stones art and poetry collaboration. First. And the first poet is T.J. Wine Ray... Hold on one second, T.J. You have such a strong voice. Just stand right here. Are you ready? All right. Good. The microphone will pick you up. Don't worry. You don't have to bend over anything. Read your list. All right. Take two. Take two. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Number one, Wolves, number two, number three, volcano, number four, but not least love. Let's hear it for TJ, and I'm just blown away at something, and I'm like, stop, wait a minute! But I love that last but not least love. I love how he finished that. Okay, you can introduce the next poet. Okay. Next up, Lisa. What are the people? Well, you can read them. I see that. I don't think I'm that hard of a sight, you know. I don't think I'm blind. Okay, my first poem is a spring walk. Better put that down. I think they can hear me. I don't think I need a microphone. I'm quite loud enough. As I take my first walk outside on the first warm spring day, I look around and see some pretty flowers coming up, and I also hear some birds chirping, and everything is beautiful and the sky is blue, called the Christmas Angel. It was supposed to be a poem, but with me and everything turns out to be a short story. The Christmas Angel comes around once a year. The Angel grants wishes that children make throughout the year. The Christmas Angel lets the children know that they need to behave throughout the year if they would light their goodies on Christmas morning. Thank you, Lisa. Now, I'm going to read a story. I'm going to read something from Liana. Oh, yeah. Liana's really sorry she couldn't make it today, but her words are in good hands. Roses in the field. The smell of baking cooking. The little bird in the window. The daisy swaying in the wind. The bird stalking turns at the feeder. The smell of coffee brewing. Next up, Lewis. Mr. Robert John Bannon worked for a radio station in Salem, Massachusetts. He moved to Montpellier, Vermont in 1956. He worked at 1240 WSKI in 1956. For a year and a half, he worked for WSNO, 1450 A.M. and Barry, Vermont. I met Bob Bannon at Allen-Jones and Sons in high school. He played his own music. He changed his voices to characters. This is how they make him, we're speaking. This is Colonel Speadley. This is Benton Cainfield. He said, you're going to get it. He did weather his own way. He used to guess the weather temperature outside. He was very funny. I had a t-shirt made of Bob Bannon. He lived to be 86 years old. He told off the police department, especially Ed Fish, the Barry police chief. All right. I got one more. I am a big George Possum-Jones fan. I saw him in concert at the Champlain Valley Fairgrounds in 1992. It was a wonderful concert. He sings a song called Daddy Come Home with his daughter, Georgie, at Jones. He was married four times. His last wife was Nancy Jones. He was an alcoholic and did cocaine. He was born in Texas. He lived to be 81 years old. He died from hypox, wedges, cherry, failure. In 1959, he had recorded his hit song, White Lightning. In 1956, he did Why Baby Why? It took him a year and a half to sing his biggest hit. He stopped loving her today. His last words were, hello there. I've been looking for you. My name is George Jones. And he also, his wife took away his copies and he wrote it to act it to the bar. Bruising through everything? You want to just tell us a joke? Not till I get to 10. Oh. Okay. Wow, I can't believe you turned that down. Thank you, Lewis. Next up, Mindy. Thank you. I'm nervous. Tiger. Hey, Tiger. They, thank you so much. Free association writing session. Yep. And when she came up, she was reading it and she wrote, Burtiful Breeze. Burtiful, Burtiful. And then that's where I jump on and say, wait a minute, that's the name of the poem. Sunshine, did you bring a poem? Okay, so Brittany's up. Okay. The story about Scott Brody is Brittany. And Brittany's also going to be performing one of her own. Yeah. But here's Scott Brody's who's so sorry he couldn't make it today. Excuse me. Spring is here. The spring is my favorite time. Thoughts of renewed sense of purpose. The robin sings, the grass grows. I look to the long day. Hope is on the horizon. Don't worry, mom. I'm in the light. The shadows aren't going to keep me in the darkness anymore. I'm doing the best I can. And it may not be what you think is perfect. But it's the best I can do. And just because you don't see me shining doesn't mean that my light isn't shining. The shadows aren't going to keep me hidden anymore. I'm going to allow myself to shine. And that may mean dimming your light. I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I have lived long enough in the shadows and the darkness while you stood in the spotlight every day. So I'm going to shine now. And everybody's going to see me for who I am for the first time. And they aren't going to see you as bright as you always seem to be. I'm shining through the darkness. I'm shining through the shadows. And I'm shining for me. Thank you. Now. Thank you, Brittany. Now, reading Kayla's poem is Jen. Okay. So this is Kayla's. This is what work is like every day. It's terrible. Jen? Jen! Jen. Do you have anything to spill right here? Do you need to say? No, I'm okay. Okay. Don't water? No. Jen, I just want to say don't push this podium. She wasn't pushing it, she was falling. Oh, I didn't want it. Okay. I'll read this. I don't have any trouble seeing this. Yeah, maybe you should sit down. Yeah. Yeah. I don't see, yeah. You need some sugar or something? No. Some water? Maybe. Yeah. Yeah. But I think she needs a chair. Yeah. She needs a chair. All right, Amy. Thank you, Jen. So this is Kayla's poem. It was sunny outside. I went for a walk at the barn. And when I was walking to the barn, I saw a lot of sunflowers on the ground. It was wild, white and yellow. I picked the sunflowers up. I smelled the sunflowers. It smelled so good. I picked more sunflowers up. I was holding it in my hands. I took them home. I saw a bird flying in the sky. They went to their bird feeder and they were eating the seeds. Thanks for the special guest, Amy. Now, that was Kayla's poem. Next is Tim. Give me a second. Okay. I'm gonna give you a lie. Summertime. Summertime. In the woods. Sun makes me happy. Family, summer day. Words calling. Hearing the birds are happy. They are talking about no more showers. Vlogs are singing. This day is your day. We moon at night sky. Night time looks at the sky. Kayla's sleeping. The birds are sleeping. This is the second part. This is the second part. This is the second part. Okay. The trees and birds. The bird pulled the car. Sunny in the woods. The birds are sitting somewhere. Blue sky, barf flies. Cold day, trees are green. Birds are happy. City, city, bigfoot. The owls in the walls. And the deer bears. The water pushing. Vlogs blue. More at home. Summer days. We do day in. My sister said, oh my God, to Joe. It's supposed to be. We have iced coffee. Nature, go to sleep. Thank you. And now. Let's see, that was this guy. And then we got a woman named Alice. Of next is. Thank you. Mine is on heart. Heart is love. Everlasting friendship. Always there. Remembering good times. Trustworthy and caring. Thank you. Thank you Alice. Of next is Amy. Number nine, number nine. Before I read, I just want to say thank you, Walter, for the cards we need to do this. No. Mine's about Thunder Road, the racetrack. Nature's excitement. People drunk. Watching race cars crashing. Engines roaring. People making food. Cars fighting. The schemes of the cars. The cars going around. Cars going around. Cars coming when it's not being funny. The fireworks going off. People going out the drivers. Hearing the announcer talking to the drivers. When they went. Thunderroad. My dad was a race car driver back in the day. He was famous back in the day. Thank you guys. Thank you. Just before. Before we go into the few more readers. learning collaborative. We're just a little rinky-dink mom-and-pop shop in the back of the building. And it's me and Joe and Brittany. We do collaborative artwork, writing, living skills, bird watching, movement therapy, karaoke. What else do we do again? We is one of Ian's favorites. And bowling. And we bowling's big. And we Wednesdays are a big thing. We have an online magazine. We have magazines back there. We're dedicated to sharing art and thoughts with the community. And we're never going to stop, are we? I also booked an art show in June at the copy place next to the drawing board, where you can see. I have a lot of their art show in here, but we're going to have more to come. So anyway, thank you all for coming. Also, it's not just me, Brittany and Joe. We have wonderful, dedicated staff that help with our poets and artists every day tirelessly. And they're pretty darn good at what they do, aren't they? Paul, what are you doing? All right, we got a few more word smiths ahead of us. Let's see. Got it. We did Amy. We did Amy. Now we got the beautiful and comparable Elizabeth. You're going to tell a joke, and then sunshine's going to come. Oh, yeah, OK. And then we're just going to have sasperilla. OK. Oh, OK. OK. For file one. No, next to file 10, I'll put it. Sorry, sorry. That's the last one. This is like number 10, Elizabeth. For number 10, please give a warm welcome to our judges. Yeah, sometimes the wires just work. There we go. Thanks. Let me try again. For the last one. We can do it again. We can hear you again. We got you. Yeah, if you don't need it. I need it. For the last one. Number 10. Here is Elizabeth. OK, so I'm just going to put the other one close to you. Summer in the sun. In the sun makes me happy. And when you look at the sky, feeling to be. I can see the blue. I prefer to see flowers. I smell them. We see us dancing, dancing green. I'm looking my feelings. I see the eclipse. And I've been away. It's raining outside. It's pure love. And I'm happy to be with you. Thank you for talking about this. There's just a couple. I just got to say, when she read this the first time, I just love a couple little bites in there she did. It's like, I can see the flowers. I smell them cold. She's just like, it hurts. That's when I stop. I'm like, wait a minute. And then the other one is like, she's a dancing queen. She's a huge Abba fan. And it's like, I am the dancing queen. I'm walking with my feelings. She's a dancing queen, but walking with her feelings. I don't know. Something like that just gives me goosebumps. Okay, there I go again. Okay, go. Okay. Thank you, Elizabeth. And now here. I think you're just too close. I think you're just too close. You just talk from that distance. She'll be fine. Okay. Yeah. And now here is my joke. Is a pirate's favorite letter. You might think it's the R, but it's the C to close out poetry. Here is sunshine. Make sure you step on this. Why? I love dogs. I love dogs because they are loyal. I love dogs because they have a forgiving heart. I love dogs because they can do different jobs. I love dogs because they are very loving and don't care what you do. I love dogs because God made them special, just like our, his special angels in the learned collaborative. Thank you. Thank you, Sunch. I have a big question. Do any of you have... Elizabeth, listen to the back a little bit. There we go. Do any of you have any questions about what we were doing? I think they got it. Oh, okay. Thank you for coming. And for this day. Goodbye. You can look at it really quick. There's free zines. Plenty for you to ask me questions or run away from us. Are we good? Yeah. Let's hear it once again for the sticks and stones. Would you guys pose for a group photo? Oh, and thanks to Kellogg Hubbard Library and Michelle Singer for her wonderful house. She said... She said...