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Poem: American Hieroglyphics

I was alone driving on I-40
When I encountered the Smokies
Deep forest moisture becoming fog
Giving their watery offerings to the sky
To birth to the clouds carried on the wind

From the pavement in valleys it looked
As if the mountains were smoldering
Slow burning fires that fit my mood perfectly

Poem: What Was Once Big Became Bigger

When I was young
Confined to the playgrounds of youth
The world seemed so large
Full of wide wonder
As I grew older
With the opportunity to explore
Instead of growing smaller
The world now at my fingertips
Continued to grow with my curiosity