Friday, March 27, 2015

#27, A Tanka Poem On the Beartooth Highway





Are my eyes deceived?
Top hat on the spiral road















Twisty, hairpin turns
Wind whistling, cycle roaring




The top hat continues on.




11 comments:

  1. Well, isn't that interesting... I've so many questions about this character... (indeed, he must be a character!)

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  2. I love how you started with a close up and then gave us the whole picture. I want to know more about him! ;-)

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  3. I wonder how he kept his top hat on...

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  4. Imagine the stories he can tell and imagine what stories can be written with him as a main character.

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  5. Great pictures. They really help build the poem. I've driven on this highway before. Keeping his hat on was a miracle.

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  6. At the rest stop we talked to him and I asked how he kept it on. He took it off so I could examine it. He told me that he made it himself out of leather and so it was created to fit snugly on his head.

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  7. When I saw him on the road above us. (The road spirals to the top.) I had so many questions. Dan and I wondered if he was from Illinois (Land of Lincoln). When we got close enough to see his plates he was from elsewhere. I think he would make an excellent character.

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  8. I have lots of questions rolling around in my brain, Ruth. Did you find out more?

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  9. He was very nice and we visited for a short time. I loved the image of the top hat and the motorcycle.

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  10. As we drove behind him, that was my thought also.

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  11. Wonderful! And a beautiful area of our country.

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