This morning I was driving to a school district in Kokomo. It was early morning and dark except for the moon on the roadway. It was so stunning I wanted to pull off to watch the shadows (but there really wasn't any place to pull off and it was a lonely single lane road), but still I noticed the beauty and couldn't help but thinking of this wonderful poem:
"The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding..riding...riding..
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn door."
Alfred Noyes 1880-1958
Lou Ann Homan is a writer, teacher, and storyteller who
lives in Angola, Indiana. She is available for writing seminars, storytelling, and speaking engagements. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can read more at www.louannhoman.com