I wandered lonely down the hill
Past trees, porcupines , deer and hawks
Brushing off competition’s fangs …
Gathered prompts
Scribed poems
Posted rhymes
Winced at criticism
Stumbled on sand
Washed the dust away
Found Hutchinson Lane;
Sure-footed
Open hearted journey.
Apr 10, 2014 @ 09:55:17
Love this, Jeanne. Stepping stones are so magical.