Whew! I'm tired. Was up until 4-ish this morning (driving home to Georgia from Ohio); tried posting around then; but the site was acting all funky. Now, on 3 hours sleep, I'm hoping my spelling is okay. :)
It's Sunday! Yay! Five days in and still kicking!
For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem about a landmark. It can be a famous landmark (like Mount Rushmore or the Sphinx) or a little more subdued (like the town water tower or an interesting sign).
Here's my attempt for the day:
At first, I laughed—a giant Jesus
with both arms thrust to the sky—
because of its size and only the top
half showed. Also, there was
the location: same exit as two
flea markets, strip club, prison,
and Hustler store. So, why not,
I guess, is the correct question.
Over time, I've grown comfortable
with his consistency. Even awed
when the sun rises behind him
or fog lifts off the water in front.
But still, there are times,
especially when on the phone,
when I can't help driving by
and saying, "Touchdown!"
(To see a picture of my "landmark," go to http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/9786.)