on 5/1/02 10:57 pm, Perpetua Pullman at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> this is such a lovely poem I can feel myself as if i were in the car next to
> you watching the same scenery and you pointing our the wildlife
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> Where did the car come in, Perpetua? I suppose the writer must have been in a
car but it doesn't mention this. there is a kind of 'driving poetry' one
often sees, where the fact that the writer is in the car affects the vision.
I think such poems are an interesting group, but this is not one of them
despite the distances. ?? Sally-ee.
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>> From: garydawg <[log in to unmask]>
>> Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: [log in to unmask]
>> Subject: New: The Lower Left Corner Traveled
>> Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 13:26:04 -0800
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>> The Lower Left Corner Traveled
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>> Along the crooked roads of the river's shore,
>> tide laps the shoulder, hungry to roam the fields.
>> In stands of stunted fir attired in smoky leaf lichen,
>> rough-legged hawks wait for the water to recede.
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>> Crooked roads twist and turn along the Columbia
>> though towns left high and dry by depleted salmon runs,
>> exhausted timber cuts, abandoned farms, too few jobs
>> for gift shops, junque stores and tourists to keep alive.
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>> Around stump and hillock, over creeks and marsh,
>> the crooked roads wind north around Willipa Bay.
>> On this pale day, heron, elk and osprey melt away,
>> the long journey home miles of uninteresting road.
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>> Until one last river forded, the last inlet sighted
>> to remind me the warm, simple joy of home runs deep.
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>> January guest Nat at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html,
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>> Submissions: http://www.writershood.com/index.html
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>> Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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