Randy Seaver posted a new challange Saturday. I love the idea!!!! Here’s mine
I am from an old dog-eared book of poetry; a vintage crystal necklace; A cup of English Breakfast Tea brewed in my grandmother’s Brown Betty. No milk. I am from the house my father built on Tiffany Street and the path through the woods. I’m from the tune without the words, and where the twilight lives after the dark; That cardinal tapping at his reflection in the window…. I am from Ayn Rand, Edwin Muir, Enid Blyton, and James T. Kirk. From a handwritten letter. Turkey dinner At noon. Sandwiches at five o’clock. White bread. Butter. Mayonnaise. Always. From if the wind blows you’ll stay that way and don’t swallow grape seeds —they might get stuck in your appendix. I am from “Why?” “How?” And, “Who is ‘they’?” I’m from across the pond, shepherd’s pie, (…more)
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