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Aged arthritic gnarled yet standing stoically still like a proud old man, Poplar provides passage between bent legs ... an aroma of moist soil permeates early morning's mist from eve's rain drench ... stroll's sneaker **** splash is no issue with appropriate apparel. Pop ushers us onto the path, visibility dim, yet disperses with each careful step ... sounds of wing flap, caws, squirrel skitter, twig snaps auburn fox, fleet of foot, flashes color in his run-by windowless gray stone structure, doors open bids a visit ... green garden gloves, trowel, galvanized bucket, planting shelf indicate recent care ... outdoor garden rose laden, scents transcend the soul, red, yellow, white, peach, pink hues heavenly further on mists begin to lift as sun breaks through dividing rain clouds ... azure sky widens slowly to fully bright, beautiful clear view enthralls, nature nurtures the walk back is drier, crunch caked caper I playfully kick it onto your sneakers then run ... you let me run to Pop first then you and I, hand in hand wave goodbye to the old man. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
The Old Man
Aged arthritic gnarled yet standing stoically still like a proud old man, Poplar provides passage between bent legs ... an aroma of moist soil permeates early morning's mist from eve's rain drench ... stroll's sneaker **** splash is no issue with appropriate apparel. Pop ushers us onto the path, visibility dim, yet disperses with each careful step ... sounds of wing flap, caws, squirrel skitter, twig snaps auburn fox, fleet of foot, flashes color in his run-by windowless gray stone structure, doors open bids a visit ... green garden gloves, trowel, galvanized bucket, planting shelf indicate recent care ... outdoor garden rose laden, scents transcend the soul, red, yellow, white, peach, pink hues heavenly further on mists begin to lift as sun breaks through dividing rain clouds ... azure sky widens slowly to fully bright, beautiful clear view enthralls, nature nurtures the walk back is drier, crunch caked caper I playfully kick it onto your sneakers then run ... you let me run to Pop first then you and I, hand in hand wave goodbye to the old man. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
Contest: Picture was of an Old Tree that looked to me ... like legs divided with a walk path through
#nature#tree#path
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
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