Purge my prairie dream to drifting hope,
this sea of river grass
to dance in poetry,
when sun seeks lower,
sleepy inspiration,
and wish for night,
my spirit inclination.
She has blown in windy vision,
sacred shovel, turning ground,
twister, tilling earth
to syllabic conformation;
thrashing seasoned brush to scattered lash
in billowed line of heart-throb.
So many times
I wrote your face in Mountain,
my gratitude, images of sigh
to feathered sky,
cascading stone, embracing friend
who sends a distant smile,
as pages flaming soul to wash in heaven.
And each is living line,
your Swanee furrow,
venting truth,
to tease in fingers,
a daring bard to spill his magic,
faithful sprouts, expressing awe,
in colored word to share, as petal,
just where this blissful love has come from;
knowing this is circle growing,
so we might warm
our middle motion
serving grace,
in blue devotion.
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A contest entry
- Swanee... How We Love You by PageTurner.
1050 points, ended June 16, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wonderful words and images followed by (in the turn) awesome love song! Good luck in the contest!
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Your sway and way is almost as addictive as Swanee's
I felt the pull of shared love and more, from your mountain top to her prairie shore. Me thinks your face should be right alongside hers on said mountain
Emotionally & Devotionally Devine, Scribe.
Good Luck in the contest, my Friend.
~ Nicky♥
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Ohhh, stop tryin' to play matchmaker, Nicky. Rich & I are forever Friends. 
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such devotion indeed.....oen knows such soul as in the simplepalcement of words and prhases...and the way a certain, percise, use of language supercedes the name
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LOL Oh I can't help thinking of Swanee on the face of Mt Rushmore This is beautiful Rich, just lovely as always. She is indeed a blessing to us all. Love, C
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"So many times
I wrote your face in Mountain,
my gratitude, images of sigh
to feathered sky,
cascading stone, embracing friend
who sends a distant smile,
as pages flaming soul to wash in heaven."
You did??? My face??? My very own Mount Rushmore??? Awww, Rich. This is such a tender tilling of my soul's soil, my dear Friend. You have planted so many seeds within my eyes, blooming Spring even within Winter's unceasingly wild wrath. You have shared your sacred garden with so many of us, Scribe of the Misty Mountains. None have been more honored or thrilled than I. Good luck in Nicky's contest, Sweetie. You know I love you. Thank you for your always illuminating, always feathered words. Swanee
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I like the way you crafted this work. the way you use the imagery to portray the the overall feel for the poem is masterfully done. Well done indeed.
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