Checkout Hope is the Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson on the classic poetry page 04/07/25 -Thanks- Todd
About Me
My name is Todd Summers, I was born in Fenton, Michigan
in December 1964.
I currently live in North Carolina.
A retired furniture worker, father of 1 extremely talented son.
Currently spending my second life in the endeavor of being the best poet I can be.
Trying to enjoy life, and cross as many things off my bucket list as physically, mentally, and financially possible.
Hopefully leaving behind a body of work that touches people in some small way, whether it be through inspiration, laughter, or commiseration and empathy of pain.
I will be sharing more about me and my story in the future but this seems like a good spot to stop for now. Thanks.
2/19/25 Todd Summers
Why a Website?
This website is kind of a consolidated and condensed version of all my poetry related endeavors.
Beyond just the writing of the poetry, I have a very active You Tube channel that allows me to present my poems in more creative ways than just words on a page.
I strongly recommend visiting the channel and subscribing as this is the best way you can support my efforts.
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
If You Tube is not your thing, I have a page on Facebook.
Search for Todd Summers Poetry.
Or to support this page directly click the Buy Me a Coffee link below.
If your interested in purchasing my book visit the merchandise page on this site.
I will soon be offering personalized poems through this site but until that is finalized you can contact me direct through the email link. info@toddsummerspoetry.com
Thanks.
So it's called Poem of the Day but I typically only change it twice a week. This will likely change as the site generates more traffic.
Thanks for your patience and understanding.
Poem of the Day
Love Mountain
I fell in love with a mountain,
I worshipped her from afar.
She drew me in closer
I slept in her arms.
Gazing up into her treetops
Sleeping beneath God's stars.
The Milky Way is just a halo
My mountain wears at night.
The valley sleeps in her shadow
securely without fright.
Her protections all around.
No place on earth
I'd rather be than here.
Listening to the wind,
whistling through the air.
The smell of earth and pine
the mountain breathes,
for me to hear.
Yes I fell in love with
a mountain, and she
doesn't even know I'm there.
She just stands in
Quiet majesty
without a care.
And in her stoic indifference
I stare up at her,
and I swear, it makes
me love her even more.
To view videos made for the Poem of the Day visit my You Tube Channel. www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
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