Absolutely fantastic presentation, Blues. There is so much here, all of it in fact, that I relate to and hearken back to hot sultry days in southern Arkansas and my very first love and our escape from the world in the midst of a stand of pine trees, a blanket and us. Those precious days have never left me, and I have a feeling they will be the last viable thoughts I will have. Your beautiful poem, although there were hints of storms on the horizon, sent me back there tonight. Thank you.
To mimic is a form of praise unless
you have no thoughts of your own