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Post by AquarianM on Jun 25, 2004 15:08:48 GMT -5
The Chicago Sticks...
Chicago suburbs at Rush, Thinking "rush hour" a term for oxy morons, Lost an hour as the sky was blue, Temperature started climbing, Before we made fifty miles or Indiana, Eventually the twilight faded into the farmland, The full gibbous Moon rose over taillights and lane markers, It was a Mercury retrograde moment, We back country two-laned around a spill on I-65, Police lights beckoned us to bed, 3 a.m. in Wilmington, KY, Still fleeing south.
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 04/06/2004
Author's Comments: Florida! (Two If By Sea poem 0002)
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Post by Solace512 on Jun 26, 2004 11:47:07 GMT -5
I love traveling or "vacationing"...this brought back memories of my own experiences on the road. A great write.
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Post by Elle Rush on Jul 6, 2004 15:13:04 GMT -5
Ahhhhh.. the romance and adventure of driving through the night and leaving behind the familiar. Hope you and Saren savored every minute! Sounds exactly as if you did. Did you write while on the road, or upon return?
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Post by AquarianM on Jul 6, 2004 16:13:38 GMT -5
All the writing took place as we were on vacation. I purchased a journal especially for vacations near the water. I'm calling it "Two If By Sea" and this trip is the first round of poetry. I still have quite a few poems to bring over and a few left to type into electronic copy.
Thank you both!
Dan
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