She kindly stopped for me.
The Civic held but just ourselves
And Donna, her sweet pea.
We slowly drove, with no great haste
And I had put away
My knitting and my Facebook too
For her civility.
|Northampton City Hall|
We passed Noho, where ladies drove
On streets, in comfy shoes.
We passed the fields of Amherst next
A parking spot we choos'd.
|Emily Dickinson Museum|
We paused before a house that seemed
Our destination, sure.
In gold and green the clapboards were
We signed up for a tour.
She lived a century ago, and yet
Her work endures this day
All too soon they drove me back
To the hotel where I doth stay.
Thanks for a wonderful afternoon, K. & D.!
|Miss you two already!|
Love it! What a fitting way to remember Emily...with a poem :)
and that is what is known as Making Good Time.
I dwell in possibility -
That Donna's fading memories -
- in you & me -
Thanks for chronicling the day!
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