Morning lights with the dawn. The blanket of night slivered with rays.
Aroma bounces in the nostrils, almost tasted. Buttered toast married with jam and dunked.
The windows lighten up with morning blue. Time to roll out and ride the road.
The wetland beckons with pathways passing underfoot, and swans gliding onto the yearly waves.
Watch from the huts in reverie.
Atop the lookout, watch the other invasive species as their wheels press the roads passing through.
It's called Cheyenne Bottoms. A spiritual home away from home.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A place I like to visit in my state of Kansas
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Beautiful wording in the imagery paints a picture in words that can be seen in the mind's eye vividly. Simply beautiful and with a hidden message that man destroys such images.
Thank you.
Fabulous imagery here. Just the type of place that would lift spirits. Your words conveyed beautifully and they stimulate the senses. I enjoyed the posted video too. Thank you JDB. I can’t call you Thoughtless, because you aren’t lol.
Thank you for your kind words.
Such a beautiful description, I can understand your love for this place of peaceful bliss. Being native Missourians, and bird lovers, my husband and I travel through Kansas on our westward vacations, this sounds like something we should definitely check out.
I do believe that you might enjoy it.
Beautiful
Thank you.
You're welcome
Lovely, flowing. A lot said in not so many words. Nice work.
Thank you.
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