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Visited,
Surrounded, pampered –
Plymouth Rock.

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The picture is mine of Plymouth Rock at Plymouth, Massachusetts.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

 

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The headline drips blood and is gory;
Alarmingly tells of lost glory.
Read deeper, you’ll find
‘Twas merely a line.
The title ne’er matches the story.

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photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dyVpde/News+Headlines

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

 

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Take a hike;
Risk fallen arches
To see arch.

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The photo is mine, of Delicate Arch in Arches National Park in Utah.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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Her master’s dark; she is his slave,
She toils the night away.
When sun sinks low, she must behave
Until the break of day. 

Her master doesn’t speak a word;
She’s trained and does her work.
Her unknown thought – that it’s absurd
That she’ll ne’er rest nor shirk. 

A master’s often deaf and blind,
And thoughtless of the way
His harsh demands are so unkind;
He’s sees an “I”, not “they”.

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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o6A5hzi/Woman+lamp

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

 

 

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Fall highway,
The Kancamangus.
Short – The Kanc.

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The photo is mine on the Kancamangus highway that
goes through the White Mountains of New Hampshire.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

 

 

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I stepped into the chamber of the night
And ere I focused on its starry sight,
I heard the chopping of a copter’s blades
Advancing, not the sound of when it fades. 

Before my turn could reach the sound, my eyes
Were won, and ears were lost, by night’s surprise –
A meteor flashed ‘cross the crescent moon,
Then disappeared into an inky swoon. 

When it was gone, I finished my brief arc –
My ears once more my guide within the dark,
And saw the Christmas lights upon the bird
Whose noisy song had turned me when I heard. 

My melody was then a merry tune,
Since I had relished much this night in June.

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photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/puGJZHM/Crescent+Moon+with+Stars

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

 

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May beauty:
Bright tulips in bloom
In the park.

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The photo is mine of the park in Albany, New York during May.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

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Along the banks of Bull Run lived –
At what became the scene
Of two Manassas battlefields –
A farmer named McLean. 

The fighting was so near, a shell
Crashed through a window pane.
It did not kill a man that day,
But Wilmer’s hopes were slain. 

Then, Wilmer had enough of War
And he moved far away
Where battle’s sounds would never reach,
Untouched by Blue and Gray. 

‘Twas Appomattox Court House where
He chanced to choose a farm.
No bullets flew to chase men there,
In its calm rural charm. 

But Lee, outnumbered by Grant’s men
Like fox by many hounds,
Fled to the new place Wilmer chose –
Onto its very grounds. 

At Appomattox Station was
The nearest shot and shell.
And Lee, surrounded, his men starved
Gave up the Civil Hell. 

Into the parlor first was Lee,
And Grant soon took a chair.
War-weary Wilmer hosted them,
And Gray surrendered there. 

McLean fled War, but following
It acted with caprice.
Though War came to his farm’s door, it
Became a house of peace.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

 

 

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On the rocks,
To keep passing ships
Off the rocks.

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The photo is mine, of Ram Island Ledge Light Station
at Portland Head Lighthouse at Cape Elizabeth, Maine.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

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Each dressed in a tux for a wedding,
Not sure where they’re walking or heading.
Said one to the other,
“Don’t know ‘bout you brother,”
But here in this tux I am sweating.”

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photo by Nicolas Raymond at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nF084VQ/African+Penguins

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

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