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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind.
(Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared. The junk man died a millionaire.)
shadow1950taunton, Somerset, England UKApr 24, 2013
I love your stroll down memories lane you do this place proud with your write kudos
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKApr 24, 2013
Hi Happy
Although you're not claiming this as a sonnet, it is close enough to justify such a claim - as well as being a nostalgic look at Waldo's Mountain for you, and an educational read for those of us not too familiar with that part of the world.
Thank you darkhorse, ladyjewel, cameal for reading and commenting on my poem. I have always admired the many artistic landmarks that he left behind in my town.
Comments (8)
Although you're not claiming this as a sonnet, it is close enough to justify such a claim - as well as being a nostalgic look at Waldo's Mountain for you, and an educational read for those of us not too familiar with that part of the world.
I enjoyed the read...
Bill
Your have pulled me in.
Thank you for your write, I shall google this place and man, I am so intrigued!
Wow! you truly have that beautiful sense of wonderment.
Sophie
xx