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| Image / Emma Bauso |
Lost in Thought
Three years old and I walk the path around
my grandparents farm in Maine. A girlie
girl in all ways I wear my frilly white party
dress and black buckle shoes to greet the
trees and plants, dancing like a sprite
across potato fields, the tractor stirring
clouds of fairy dust. Lost in thought I will
dream I am the Potato Blossom Queen
not realizing that I have disappeared into
my own little world where imagination has
begun to bloom and my future as a poet has formed a bud.
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| Karen A.VandenBos |
Karen A. VandenBos was born on a warm July morning in Kalamazoo, MI. A PhD course in shamanism taught her to travel between two worlds. A Best of the Net nominee, her writing has been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Blue Heron Review, Moss Piglet, and others.
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