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Thursday, July 31, 2008


I’m now a country mouse. My field is grand and free,
my dwelling’s lots of fun; behind’s a large, old barn
(I told my rodent friends, who thought it was a yarn)!
The city’s far away – and such a sight to see!
At night, illuminated, lights shine merrily,
like islands, pricked in pins of pink beyond the barn.
And standing mute as mice, the trees become a cryptic cairn,
a bunch of waves “good-night”, procuring sleep for me.

Before, I was a city mouse that lived away;
in domiciles of dreary sameness did I stay.

But now I am a country mouse, so proud with joy!
My life out here in hamlets, small and filled with ease
is better. Still, it’s hard for every place to please:
some like the city; others love more rustic joy!


  1. Oh, my goodness, I have some catching up to do!

    Too bad it's almost 1 a.m. Will have to catch up tomorrow.

  2. I'm a rabid writer on the weekends :)


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!