nine-mile creek hike
blessings from friends and forest
squish sounds with each step
* * * * *
wrong path up a hill
looks like the other one
lucky - we're not lost
hikers chatter
drowns out the sound of birds
creek water bubbles
Today's final National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo challenge #30 is to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken ...
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