Open Poetry #9 |
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Lessons in Geography |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA ![]() |
I trace her geography from Canada down to the Gulf of Mexico. Feeling her topography as my eager hands revolve around the Appalachian mountains and then, the Grand Canyon... She smiles with an approving countenance. She is now my companion... My fingers run through the Thousand Islands, brushing them gently and gliding through the plains and the highlands. In the national forests, I’m hiding and I’m sweating with ardor. Up the Mississippi and back and up again.... rowing faster and harder and now I see the stars... on the flag and with pure excitement I rave! Shake the champagne and fire the corks! God bless America, the home of the brave! Fourth of July or not,-- there are fireworks! < !signature--> Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet [This message has been edited by Master (edited 08-17-2000).] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Whew...you certainly turned up the heat with this one ![]() |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thanks Ruth! |
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