Saturday, April 17, 2021

Thoughts

 Thoughts

 Over the years

    the ruts get deeper

     as remember all the times

       together we've traveled

 

Tree roots

   like fingers

    poke across the path

     tripping me with fond memories

 

A bed of pine needles

  line the sides of path

    and fresh pine cones scattered

      randomly in the worn ruts

 

Just like my thoughts

 

21-099z Thoughts

A poem about walking in the Wildcat Hills with memories of our kids and family hikes so many years ago.

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