When my sister Terrie writes notes, I often see the possibility of a poem. For example, she wrote me the following:
"you know, despite all the weeds ... my flowers still bring on a lovely show. my Black-Eyed Susans are in full swing,as well as my Ruby Red Four-o-clocks, then thereis my Sunshine Yellow Yarrows and with that all my Pure WhiteShasta Daisies! I just love nature! I'm just itching to get my hands in her warm soil, and clear it of all those pesky weeds!"
And rearranging the words, I came up with this ditty:
Black-Eyed Susans in full swing,
Ruby Red Four-o-clocks in due time
Sunshine Yellow Yarrows, wheelbarrow
Weeds -- marijuana wanna
Oftentimes we don't see the poetry within us....