Conglomerate rocks
glisten in the noon day sun
tripping up hikers
lacking traction, challenging
tree roots; slimy curb appeal.
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Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
Showing posts with label trails. Show all posts
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Friday, June 27, 2014
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It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
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Dancing To My Own Tune xxxxx Ear buds inserted xxxxx Pushing lawnmower xxxxx over green carpeted hill. Planting My Garde n xxxx ...
