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Post by mfwilkie on Apr 20, 2008 14:18:54 GMT -5
The commuter rail splits Front Street in two; nothing to you, but like my favorite town in Georgia bisected by the activity of tracks, it stimulates a laid-back caution to progress.
On the slow ride home, I hear Spring express herself with a multi-lingual chorus of bird-speak; fine, fine sound fed by sun this Sunday morning. Amen. Amen. A...men.
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Apr 20, 2008 15:04:56 GMT -5
I like it, Maggie, save for the feminine personification of Spring. I think "itself" works better for some reason.
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Post by Marion Poirier on Apr 20, 2008 15:20:04 GMT -5
Maggie, I like the idea of spring being a female as we usually think of winter as being a male - old man winter. Seasons are not capitalized, but I've seen it by poets so often that I'm assuming you are using poetic license. Love the poem. Marion
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Post by pelos on Apr 21, 2008 22:09:05 GMT -5
interesting poem - I like it - a little home while onthe road at least that is what took from it. I also like the feminine of Spring - works very well here. pelos
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