Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
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The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
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And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
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Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
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Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
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Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
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The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
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Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
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And smale fowles maken melodye,
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That slepen al the night with open ye,
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(So priketh hem nature in hir corages:
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Than longen folk to go on pilgrimages....
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Since it is still Poetry Month, I have borrowed from Chaucer for this magical mystery tour.
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It is a magical mystery tour, indeed, Pamela! OK, I see by the labels that it's probably in the United States. I guess...and it's a big guess...Montana? Wherever you've wandered, Poetry Lover, welcome home.
Welcome home! I have no idea where you've been except that it's not Around Here. In fact, it's a good deal west of Here. I'm sure you'll tell us all about it. I really want to know about the barn. And everything else.
The first photo is a drive-in on Route 7 (Broadway) through Joliet, Illinois. I thought someone might recognize the famous BLUES BROTHERS dancing on the roof.
Next comes the airport in Phoenix, Arizona. Electric lines and towers are probably Scottsdale; cactus is in Carefree (but could be in Phoenix or Scottsdale or any number of other places); abandoned vehicles are out on the edge of Jerome, Arizona, and you're looking east toward the red rock mountains of Sedona.
Finally, after a return flight to O'Hare and drive to Kalamazoo, I meandered north and west and north and west on back roads until finally connected with my beloved M-37. That's where the red barn is--on my way HOME!
Many more pictures and tales to come, but where will I find the time to share them? So much to do back here at home!!!
Figures I would be immediately attracted to, well, Here. But it's a beautiful barn!
Well, me, too, Gerry! We love our Michigan home, and what's wrong with that? Out in the overwhelming scenery of the red rock mountains, I was most drawn to sweet little Oak Creek, creating its tree-lined meandering way through the valley below the peaks and summits. My friend and Arizona hostess, Helen, who lives part of the year in western Massachusetts, says of the green East (also true of our upper Midwest Great Lakes area) that it is "embracing," while the harsh Western landscape is "other." Its beauty is alien and must require a sterner soul than I possess to pioneer there.
Wonderful trip to some of my favorite country and home again to more of my favorite country! When we were kids we stopped at Oak Creek before it was really known. We slid down the rocks until we wore out the bottoms of our swimsuits! Wonderful.
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