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.
#highplainspoet #nebreskathoughtsandlife #family #memories
#journey
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