Daily Note
The other day I texted Scott pictures of my view from the boulder I was sitting on.
He asked me where I was, and I sent him this map, without the routes by Guthrie and me. Of course, my route stayed on the path, but Guthrie forged many, many of his own!
So today I thought I’d trace the steps we took, and what Guthrie thought when we returned to the car — me, tired; he, ready to go again. I made the dog brush to create his path.
And so the poem:
Poetry
My Furry Friend
My friend has four legs
Sheri Edwards
and I have only two.
He darts back and forth,
up and down, and circles
all around , while I,
on my two legs,
follow the path all the way,
and though I am tired
when we return,
he pants and asks
with big brown eyes,
“Can we go again?”
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Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 