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Silence mapping

Imagine the writer's pencil drawing lines on empty paper keeping inside the middle silent for filling in of sounds, later

for Terry

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

No voice left from the frantic run, Robert Loud resorted to sticks, catching the attention of Williams Adams, who saw what was coming and lost his life, crossing the water to warn his sons and wife, and Loud never recovered, neither

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Look skyward, dancer - witness the furious moves of our atmosphere

for Algot

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Twenty feet, and rising, a hungry river feeds on debris, a diet of mills and homes, and keeps roaring its way along the path, leaving little of the present behind nor the past

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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In whispers, she speaks of mountain streams and cloud peaks, of tall pine tree creaks

for Daily Haiku

Inside this highlighter ...

Yellow is a world all of its own - bright and beautiful and better than orange, red or blue

Its wide tip tracks my words like a roadway on a map, locating my thoughts here, there, everywhere

I'll notice my marked words, whispering something new from within the story I am writing,

a hidden verse now uncovered in yellow, shining like the sun

(Mentor text for student poems)

A Beautiful Creative space Deserves a celebration Every time it sparks an inspiration

for DS106 Daily Create

Mill River Flood

What saved the Hills and the Hannums in their house that day was perhaps the water itself, strong currents pushing two downed trees around the building as barrier, dividing the flood like a monstrous Moses made of fluid and strength, parting the waters around the people like some whimsical god

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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She frames every day with a smile and with laughter; petals towards the sun

for DailyHaikuPrompt

Mill River Flood: 8:00 am

Hard to even imagine what Eugene Davis saw as he stood there, watching the storm of flood approaching – it wasn’t water he saw - it was a tornado of brush, trees and trash; of boards, timbers and buttons; but, he said, not water, not yet, anyway, only a deluge of lost things, twenty feet high, and rising

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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