Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Moved from place to place now, this old toy horse rests in its pasture, kept for its memories of days gone by and also days ahead, with it’s former riders now becoming parents themselves, great-grandchildren– a continuum of smiles in its worn face. And so, a poem:
Pastures
Even old toy horses
Sheri Edwards
roam out to pastures
as seasons pass them by
moving memories
with new smiles
their worn faces still imply.
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Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 