I'm that poet when, suddenly, words begin flowing within my mind and I have to write them down quickly, or Poof!, they're gone. Sometimes I write for days, most times I'm as blank as an unused chalkboard; but just in case, I always carry paper and pen with me.
Anyway, here's some of our creations; four deal with Southwestern Life, and then there is a series of Seasonal Haiku Poems, with our apricot tree as the focal point.
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Seasonal Haiku Poems
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