For today’s prompt, write a new world poem.
From the New World
Dvorak’s Ninth could have only been written in America,
far from his Bohemian home of mountains and forests.
Clear-cut farmlands from New York to Iowa, wide open spaces
inspired music to be played under summer stars.
Location informs creation, the way airborne yeast
infect the sourdough starter or stormy castle nights
with Byron and Shelley conceive Frankenstein.
Going home triumphant to Europe,
his reputation confirmed,
Dvorak would never leave Bohemia again.
I’ve been to Iowa but never Spillville,
where he completed the symphony
except when I listen through his ears
and then I’m native.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Congratulations on successfully completely day 1 of this grueling April journey!
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Thanks. It’s going to be a long month.
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Amazing how music takes us to another place. In my opinion, that’s what makes my kind of music. Maybe why I love the late 60s and early 70s.
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Music, like scent, is great at evoking memories.
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