But I love Elizabeth Bishop, and rediscovered this poem.
CHEMIN DE FER
Alone on the railroad track
I walked with pounding heart.
The ties were too close together
or maybe too far apart.
The scenery was impoverished:
scrub-pine and oak; beyond
its mingled gray-green foliage
I saw the little pond
where the dirty old hermit lives,
lie like an old tear
holding onto its injuries
lucidly year after year.
The hermit shot off his shot-gun
and the tree by his cabin shook.
Over the pond went a ripple
The pet hen went chook-chook.
"Love should be put into action!"
screamed the old hermit.
Across the pond an echo
tried and tried to confirm it.
I wanted to tell you, if your interested, that march 6 is also the lost creek neighborhood garage sale day- its really the mecca of shopping.so if You want to wake up really early and do that or not, i'll be going- or walking out my front door.
-i do not care what you think about my frequent grammarical errors.
I love my sister, but it must be a pain growing up with a grammar nazi.