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Riding down the mountains in a tour bus, on our way home,
to drive real slow behind it.Going through mountains, rising high into the atmosphereon either side of us.I sense their closeness and stop writing for a moment.Feeling the mountains holding me closely, hugging me inmy mind.An awesome feeling of being loved and respected by mothernature herself.
Writing throughout life, writing of and about people, nature, feelings, emotions, taking it all in stride, answering the call of my purpose as I write.
Calmly writing everything that comes to me, intuitively sensing emotions, writing of another person’s inner feelings, somehow knowing what they’ve been through, writing exactly what channels from them to me.It is so fascinating the way it happens, getting a poetical glimpse into who the person is, what they’re really feeling so deeply inside them that…
Again, a Saturday at Buddy Stubbs, with hot rods and all.
good day for having fun.Bikers gathering, talking, reminiscing of days gone by.A wonderful venue to mix and meet with others interestedin the same types of leisure.
Raising and lifting spirits out of inner realms, transpiring to become recognized in many forms before this poem is done.
Moving all English grammar around to please myself as it ignites a fiery storm of words beginning and ending in poetry.