The prompt was to write a poem about a remembered, cherished landscape. Include unusual language or syntax.

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Everywhere

The Texan saw flat earth and big sky.
But not so much big trees, but some. —
It’s a huge state and even has several
mountain ranges without oil rigs.

Wonderful as it is,
landscape photography and paintings are far from the same
as sight for Washington State’s landscape of two-mile high,
some volcanic, mountains. Feel and see their majestic earth.

In awe of the tall trees, the hills, the water of the Sound,
a Texan eventually misses geography, sky, stars, & planets.
Maybe even the heat. The green summer and colorful fall,
the feel of Washington’s temperate climates and micro-climate’s call.

Memory of realities warming mind, heart, and soul,
aroused senses from bone to skin to smells, taste, sounds,
and sights as we feel a photographs recall of
deep down emotions we want to feel again. 2+3 or 5.

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Look both ways to see that beauty is not a carbon copy but the love of diversity.
Mind the gaps but know it’s all part of one real beautiful vision.