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They are crazy loud, here, in Oregon! I thought, until just recently, I was listening to power lines! Nope! Cicadas! LikeLike
Being a Southerner, your poem strikes a cord with me. And the accompanying sketch—is it yours? Nice work on both counts. 🙂 LikeLike
Thank you wktucker53. Yes, the sketch is off a balcony deep in the ❤️ of Texas. I appreciate you. Stay cool in the heat LikeLiked by 1 person
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They are crazy loud, here, in Oregon! I thought, until just recently, I was listening to power lines! Nope! Cicadas!
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Power to the Cicadas!
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I especially like the last stanza.
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“And the road goes on forever” Thank you, Tzvi
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Lovely cadence. Love the sketch —is the sketching your handy work too?
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Thank you, Dawn! Yes, the drawing is my balcony above the treetops.
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Lovely!!!
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Being a Southerner, your poem strikes a cord with me. And the accompanying sketch—is it yours? Nice work on both counts. 🙂
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Thank you wktucker53. Yes, the sketch is off a balcony deep in the ❤️ of Texas. I appreciate you. Stay cool in the heat
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You’re most welcome. You stay cool as well. 🙂
Kat
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