That is all it is?
A haiku is that simple?
I wish I had known.
You might be the best driver in the world, but you are going to get some serious competition in the bad haiku arena, my friend. I,m pretty doggone cluesless about poetry, and even more so about these little three liners, but I do enjoy a good rhyme now and then.
Enough of that intellectual hogwash. A couple of truths have been struck upon in your latest offering. Numero uno. The Boston Mountains are, indeed, one of the finer creations on this planet. Scoffed at by those in the Rockies as mere hills, they are a perfect balance of majesty and livability. The larger mountain ranges in this country and others as well are no doubt awe inspiring. But, a body can only handle so much awe, in this world anyway. My biggest frustration with the big mountains is that they always introduce an element of failure into my existence because I immediately want to conquer them when I see them. "Gotta get to the top of that sucker". Not likely that it will happen, so I get defeated by a mound of dirt. And even if I did, what would I get? Out of breath and some more awe. But, is there anything of lasting significance that I can do up there? Not really. Just come back down. On the other hand, these Ozark Mountains, of which the Bostons are the reigning champs, posess an unparalled combination of beauty and practicality, no doubt the reason our ancestors looked so favorably upon them. They are a sight to behold as you look upon them. They aren't really that difficult to get up and down, and they provide a magnificent view once you get up there. Not to mention that they are chuck full of some of the best water in the world, good for wells, fishing, floating, etc. In betwixt, you can find some pretty fair soil for crops, but not so much as to invite corporate agriculture into the picture. Just enough for the necessary vittles and to keep a few head of livestock fattened up. Did I mention caves? Boy, howdy, talk about something that looks just as good on the inside as it does on the outside! All in all, the Ozarks are the pinnacle of creative perfection as they combine an unequalled blend of form and function. Which brings me to point number two. They are highly navigable. It is entirely possible to reach the crest of most peaks in these parts by vehicle, albeit not necessarily on a road. Or on bike or on foot. And, in this hillbilly's humble opinion, there ain't much better travel than a ridge road. That's about as close to flyin' as you're gonna get and still stay on the ground. Not boring either. Sad to say, they have cut a super slab right through the guts of the Boston Mountains, but the old Hwy 71 still winds its way across the tops of the hills, with an occaisionaly dip into the valleys. I must admit, though, that the new four lane is probably the most scenic stretch of four lane you will see outside the Alps. I'm not sure when the opportunity will present itself, pardner, but when I do get down there, I'll grab a couple of extra whiffs just for you. Perhaps another looksee will get you by in the meantime. Mystery Link #16.
A haiku is that simple?
I wish I had known.
You might be the best driver in the world, but you are going to get some serious competition in the bad haiku arena, my friend. I,m pretty doggone cluesless about poetry, and even more so about these little three liners, but I do enjoy a good rhyme now and then.
Enough of that intellectual hogwash. A couple of truths have been struck upon in your latest offering. Numero uno. The Boston Mountains are, indeed, one of the finer creations on this planet. Scoffed at by those in the Rockies as mere hills, they are a perfect balance of majesty and livability. The larger mountain ranges in this country and others as well are no doubt awe inspiring. But, a body can only handle so much awe, in this world anyway. My biggest frustration with the big mountains is that they always introduce an element of failure into my existence because I immediately want to conquer them when I see them. "Gotta get to the top of that sucker". Not likely that it will happen, so I get defeated by a mound of dirt. And even if I did, what would I get? Out of breath and some more awe. But, is there anything of lasting significance that I can do up there? Not really. Just come back down. On the other hand, these Ozark Mountains, of which the Bostons are the reigning champs, posess an unparalled combination of beauty and practicality, no doubt the reason our ancestors looked so favorably upon them. They are a sight to behold as you look upon them. They aren't really that difficult to get up and down, and they provide a magnificent view once you get up there. Not to mention that they are chuck full of some of the best water in the world, good for wells, fishing, floating, etc. In betwixt, you can find some pretty fair soil for crops, but not so much as to invite corporate agriculture into the picture. Just enough for the necessary vittles and to keep a few head of livestock fattened up. Did I mention caves? Boy, howdy, talk about something that looks just as good on the inside as it does on the outside! All in all, the Ozarks are the pinnacle of creative perfection as they combine an unequalled blend of form and function. Which brings me to point number two. They are highly navigable. It is entirely possible to reach the crest of most peaks in these parts by vehicle, albeit not necessarily on a road. Or on bike or on foot. And, in this hillbilly's humble opinion, there ain't much better travel than a ridge road. That's about as close to flyin' as you're gonna get and still stay on the ground. Not boring either. Sad to say, they have cut a super slab right through the guts of the Boston Mountains, but the old Hwy 71 still winds its way across the tops of the hills, with an occaisionaly dip into the valleys. I must admit, though, that the new four lane is probably the most scenic stretch of four lane you will see outside the Alps. I'm not sure when the opportunity will present itself, pardner, but when I do get down there, I'll grab a couple of extra whiffs just for you. Perhaps another looksee will get you by in the meantime. Mystery Link #16.
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