In the first half of 2016, I wrote a poem in fourteen parts, called Nano. Because it represented a lot of typing, I skipped it when I started this blog. I have been asked to include it, though, and this is as good a time as any, since the Gymniad series is essentially finished.

Nano is about my grandmother's experiences when she came to the US from Ireland in 1911. An earlier version, in prose, was called Nano in the Wild West, which describes well what it is about.
The poem series is dedicated to my cousin Nano Murphy, of Midleton, East Cork, Ireland. She is the namesake of the original Nano, my grandmother, Nora "Nano" Dunne Hanes, of Whitegate, Cork.