Once I was at a poetry workshop in PA and a poet from Chicago quoted my poem to me, She had committed it to memory 3 years earlier! Here it is:
Atop the hill where I reside at Hudson’s highest point, my townhouse spies.
Everything whistles, twists and flies:
Deer, and wind and goldfinch cries.
Vistas spread from mount to mount
While rivers’ waves too much to count
Rush on
Upon
The great beyond.
Jeanne Poland 7/20/11
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 