I like to look back in the journal at what I was writing and/or thinking about in the past. A couple of years ago, we were still shell-shocked by hurricanes--Katrina and Rita extracted their toll.
I had called on a local high school on business around this time of year but ended up out in the front lawn under the Live Oak trees for which the school is named ("Beau Chene"), writing with the students during one of my good friends' English IV(AP) class.
Louisiana Live Oaks make good subjects for poetry. This flashback to 2007 returns in rich memories of an almost sacred time for Louisianians.
