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On the 12 mile path
not an architectural wonder. Not a brilliant city facade. But it stands in a field. It holds all we need. Grain.
Orange balls
It could be a tool to watch us move about. But really, who cares where I an going. What ate they anyway?
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in the cornfield
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Bowling Green, Bowling Green
Sunday, March 15, 2015
AND WHEN THE RIVER RISES
The PORTAGE RIVER rises when spring warm the earth. When you drive 12 miles from home you see the river wind. People build dream houses to enjoy the humble view. They load in their top soil and fill the flood plain. Brilliant move for dry feet. But the neighbor is left to wonder where will it go this year. Your house is high and dry but mine's at risk I fear. The locals laugh as the wee town of Pemberville prepares with all their bags. They need a water LORAX, "I speak for the banks. Don't fill your land with soil. The river, it WILL RISE." Pack your things and head away. Insurance pays the bill. No need to toil this time the river will always spill.
POTAGE RIVER
IT widens on its path. It offered secret hiding places when I was small. Turtles, frogs, and crawfish swam freely. In the spring you can walk across the grass growing on its once free flowing river bed. A local nursery allows the run off to fertilize the river bottom creating water grasses I have never seen before in my life. Farm run off chimes in to pump up the intensity of the foliage. Of course. Headed straight to Maumee Bay. Walk the miles close to home and find out where it all begins and ends. One tiny brush and a painting is created to relieve the stress of a long winter. Did not need to go to a fancy gallery or the Pottery Barn to find art for my home. Drive the roads close to home and find there is talent at an affordable price.
SO Many go SO far to find what lies 12 miles from HOME
No video games. Cousins who were neighbors and friends. Grandma's, aunts, and uncles around the corner. Work on an engine go to uncle mark's. Trim bushes and learn lawn care, go see bumpa. Look at art and play on the Remington typewriter, go to grandma Campbell's. All on a bike. No electricity required. No need to ask jeeves, the library in the house had the answer.
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