Webs of dew in the damp grass
shadows shorter than us printed on
grass covered in sensitive weed
orange leaves sprinkled amongst the green
yellow buds opening
one by one
picking out the calls of distant bird
sighting a kookaburra on a branch
green finds its way back onto the broken trees
hearing Copper singing to the wild
sometimes a step behind with the camera
other times a step beside to chat
all too soon
the morning walk is over.
(c) June Perkins
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Lovely poem, June. Your words had me walking along with you.
Vi
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It’s relaxing to take these walks and sketch them in words, haven’t written too much poetry lately writing mostly stories. Thanks as always for your visits Vi.
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Yes I agree. The rhythm of your writing mirrors the rhythm of walking. Well done.
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How lovely – made me sigh with delight 🙂
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A perfect merge of images and words.
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We’ve just discovered there are turtles near our house, another poem?
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I really like the sequence of the photos and your poem.
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