In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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On fire

 Driving home this evening the fields were even more full of combines, semis full of corn; colored tractors plowing, ripping stalks. Further along, more combines and tractors, this time with their lights on as dusk fell. Standing corn the color of sand... remembering bins full of silage and getting nostalgic about the smell...
 Autumn is here and I close my eyes and welcome the turn of the world.

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Anonymous said...

Beautiful where you are!!! ~tammy

October 18, 2016 at 2:33 PM

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