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Saturday, March 9, 2019

Leave the City




Discovering a flower farm.
Savoring the warmth of the sun,
Illuminating a rainbow of petals…
In the bed of an old work truck. 
I stood there as if I were still nine.
Not moving an inch.
I suddenly felt…
No, I always felt whenever I was around flowers,
Like I had just inhaled…
An exhilarating breath of fresh air.
Just one of the many reasons to leave the city.
For the Sunday Muse

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 https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/

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20 comments:

  1. Carrie Van HornMarch 9, 2019 at 12:53 PM

    I love the line and thought, "I stood there as if I were still 9". This is lovely and sweet Vicki!

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  2. Susie ClevengerMarch 9, 2019 at 2:23 PM

    Oh, I want to leave the city with you and be in this beautiful poem.

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  3. C. SandlinMarch 10, 2019 at 5:42 AM

    Love the sense of discovery in this.

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  4. Eddie BluelightsMarch 10, 2019 at 7:58 AM

    This convinces me too to leave the city. Beautiful . . :)

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  5. Magaly GuerreroMarch 10, 2019 at 10:37 AM

    Cities can be stifling, indeed... especially if we let them.

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  6. FireblossomMarch 10, 2019 at 6:48 PM

    Maybe part of us is always still nine. ;-)

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  7. tonispencerMarch 10, 2019 at 7:47 PM

    I love the feeling of always being nine. I love living in the country too! Hope you get to escape soon! This is such a sweet poem.

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  8. AnonymousMarch 11, 2019 at 10:28 AM

    Lovely story, flowers always freshen the day!

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  9. purplepeninportland.comMarch 12, 2019 at 12:14 PM

    Lovely poem and the mention of being nine was wonderful in this.

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  10. rallentandaMarch 14, 2019 at 5:52 AM

    Lovely poem. An old ute filled with flowers in the outback is something you will never see...beer cans maybe. American bush folk seem far more poetic than their Aussie cousins:)

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  11. VickiMarch 17, 2019 at 9:32 AM

    Thank you, Rall.

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