Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Tonight we joined Scott’s brother in the city at a restaurant called “Craft and Gather” in the old club house of a deserted golf course. Beside the restaurant you can hit golf balls on the old driving range with golf balls from the restaurant. And there’s a path to walk on for bit, which we took, discovering and ducking under the canopy of these lovely old willow trees.
And so a poem….
Poetry
Old Willow
Under the canopy
Sheri Edwards
Of this old willow tree
I ask, “How old must you be?”
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