This world is so beautiful, how
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can you not write poetry!
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Every morning and evening the fields, pastures and skies have gifts to offer--beautiful messages
written in the language of love! Living on the Great Plains is marvelous!
WELCOME TO
MY WORLD
Love for the Great Plains filled my heart as a child in Nebraska, and those years translated into writing about the joys and sorrows of life in the seasons' language. Nowadays, I find myself seeing everything as a poem.
The Sky
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The morning sky is an ocean
of undulating orange light
to wake the world,
and if Atlas was condemned to hold up the heavens for eternity, surely it couldn't have been a punishment with skies like these.
What must the birds think in the treetops bathed in this dazzling dawn?
I listen to their songs
in this outdoor concert hall
with special lighting and sound effects.
Will the light through the children's windows wake them and make them hungry for marmalade, cantaloupe, or tangerines for breakfast?
Atlas would've called his bearing of this morning's sky a sweet burden,
an onus of orange delight.
The Writing Place
