lively walks to the Forest,and Up the hill
Let your Muse
take breath,
drink the Sun...
the senses, tickled now,
dance rapidly and into the ditch with a bump.
. . . . . . . .
The annual 10K walk at the Weyerhaeuser Rhododendron Garden is always fabulous (even if I did make a wrong turn and do a 12K). This bass mailbox was along the route. My sketch was sped up by the three barking dogs defending it, including the silky terrier crawling up my leg.
The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'gallop.'
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