Spend some quiet time alone. If poetry is running through your mind, be sure to write it down. Your intuitions are heightened and you are capable of dreaming up inspiring images.(Little did she know....)
When confronted with such an irresistible confluence of influences, I had to write [I wrote this with tongue planted firmly in cheek; I reckon you should read it in the same posture.]:
Rolling prairie.
Acres of ... empty.
Cow-flop city.
Ah sees a tree.
Mighty purty tree!
First tree fer th' past three miles.
Ah 'tawks' to tree.
Aaaaaah ... feels bettah now.
(Hmmmm ... minor gully-washer, there.)
Po' tree.
Thomas Thornhill June 3, 2005
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