This is one I wrote several years ago when I was in a stagnant mood of being able to write. It was a test. Can I Write A Poem? It is difficult to write Here on the main highway With traffic always whizzing by. Tonight the wind puffs, Then swirls and finally blows Forcibly against the windows Rattling planes on the East and Then on the South. All else seems quiet as sleepers Dream in other rooms. Another car meets another car. So much for poems!! October 11, 1997 Sara Gardner Blow (big smile)
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