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Open Write Day 3 of 3 July 2025

Our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for the third day of the July Open Write is Jennifer Jowett, with guest Ann E. Burg. They invite us to write poems about moments in nature. You can read the full prompt here and check out the poems throughout the day.

Bat Crap Crazy

it’s okay ~

go ahead, think it ~

we all know 

the better title

for this poem

and how that expression

originated out of bats

in the belfry and rabies

from the droppings and I

still Googled to see if

anything had changed but

it’s all still the same

kind of crazy it always was

where here on the

Johnson Funny Farm at

33°8’42″N / 84°25’33″W

in Williamson, Georgia

at 6:10 a.m. with clear

skies at 77° with the 

moon cradling its

own light and winking at

Venus to its 5:00 position

due East of my front door

I stand on the

porch listening to the calls

of the Eastern Wood Pewees

from all the dead trees

that used to be their homes

now lying like corpses across 

the acres and see our

one single solitary bat that

flies in endless circles 

overhead 

as it always does 

from dusk to dawn

and I’m not sure

which of us

is the

bat shit crazier

…..oops

Our actual bat
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Day 3 of #VerseLove with Wendy Everard of New York, leading us to Inspriational Places

Today’s host of #VerseLove at http://www.ethicalela.com is Wendy Everard of New York, who inspires us to research our favorite writers’ places and our own favorites, and to write a poem inspired by that place. She wrote her poem as she walked around Emily Dickinson’s home and gardens.

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The Funny Farm

give me outdoors
on a bright, cloudy farm
one that's just a slant off
from the normal farm's charm

where the dogs think they're people
and there's no chimney-steeple

where the roosters don't stop - 
they crow 'round the clock

and the cats are all blind
(confused mice think them kind)

where the pigs all stay clean
but the John Deere stays green

and the fig-pickin's plenty
and the fence posts are denty
 
and we grow winter corn
once the goats' wool is shorn

and the rabbits stay single
'cause they don't like to.....mingle.....

and the cows oom
(not moo, like all other cows do)

and the deer never scare
they just stand there and stare

and the farmer wears oil rags
returns new clothes with price tags

wears his straw hat with holes
'cause he's got backwoods goals

and he can't eat no sausage
but it's really no loss-age

they just go out for dinner
(and for her, that's a winner!)

on this farm that's quite funny,
sipping coffee with honey

give me outdoors
on a bright, cloudy farm
one that's just a slant off
from the normal farm's charm