People often ask where I’d like to go next. At the top of my list is Tennessee. Really. Perhaps you saw my travel story yesterday on Blackberry Farm? As per usual, some things wind up deleted by the editorial-powers-that-be, like my poem from the original draft.
The farm part is 4200 acres at the base of the Smoky Mountains with breath-taking vistas that conjure up those “God’s country” clichés. In spite of my steadfast urbanity, it’s was hard not to be seduced. It’s inspiring. Makes you want to write a haiku.
Real Christmas tree smell
Not cardboard on cab mirror
Nature is pine fresh
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