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Abilene
Writers Cramp prompt to write a Villanelle poem about Abilene.
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I've decided to connect this Poetry Week to the music of Bobby Bare . In this way we are going to travel through the United States in one week time.
         We'll start in Abilene...write a Villanelle about this city.

How to write: the Villanelle
The villanelle is a French form and not the easiest one to handle. Five triplets and a quatrain are forming the Villanelle. But don’t think that is it… no way! The Villanelle has a rhyme structure…

aba
aba
aba
aba
aba
abaa

But we are not there yet…while the villanelle has repetons! Repetive lines, coming back in the following stanza, interlocking the poem in an unique way.
         The first line in the first stanza is coming back, as the third line of the second stanza and fourth stanza
         The third line of the first stanza is coming back as the third line in the third stanza and the fifth stanza.
         In the quatrain, the first line of the first stanza is the third one of the quatrain, and the third line of the first stanza comes back as the forth line of the quatrain.


♫♪♫♪


Abilene--prettiest place I’ve never seen.
Bobby Bare went there to sing...
Abilene, my Abilene.

Cattle pastured fields of green;
Ranges worth remembering
Abilene--prettiest place I’ve never seen.

'Grassy plain' is what it means.
The future grew so promising...
Abilene, my Abilene.

Did they have a Cattle Queen?
I wonder if--a Cattle King?
Abilene--prettiest place I’ve never seen.

High and low and in-between,
History will always ring,
Abilene, my Abilene.

I’ve got my saddle and canteen;
Cowboy hat and boots, I’ll bring.
Abilene--prettiest place I’ve never seen,
Abilene, my Abilene.


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