|   Without meaning to, I suddenly realize I've pulled together a week's worth of summer poetry that references that season in specific parts of the country. If I can drum up a Western and an international perspective, it will be quite an ecumenical week! Yes, I know this is the second Southern perspective, but when a nice poem like this happens along , it can't be ignored.("the woods run mad with riot"--what a fine description of lush summer woods, teeming with chlorophyll and wildlife! )   | 
       
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