Having had a 2nd home in Chincoteague, VA (yes, where the ponies are)I spent many Friday and Sunday evenings headed either South or North. At some point, I began to notice the signs of the rivers, the creeks, the little wetland areas down Route 13. And the poem wrote itself.
Patti, this to me (as you can imagine) is paradise in poetry.
I've traveled that route many times. There's poetry in the names
you posted. And the closing lines take me home. Thank you for this. Sorry I did get here sooner to welcome you to the Den. -gene.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
of the country. Your beautiful poem took me back there
again. Thanks for the ride.
I've traveled that route many times. There's poetry in the names
you posted. And the closing lines take me home. Thank you for this. Sorry I did get here sooner to welcome you to the Den. -gene.
Edwin