Ok another week down. This one went by fast. I cut grass today and took a walk.

I took some pictuers  of the little brook with its running water. I do not have a poem for today. I hope you like the pictures.







The three bottom pictures are  of the dam. I started at the bottom. I took the next picture as I topped the dam. and the bottom is from me standing on the dam.

I am going to try something new today

hopefully you can see where I walked this day.

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Hidden Pools and Broken Bridge

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Beneath summer green

heart beat memories

flow into hidden pools

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The bridge we built

through the years

now broken, I

can not cross
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In hidden pools,

in and out,

memories flow
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No whine or bark with

a beggars look,

your reflection of love

my little friend I miss the most
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ccd 2011

This past week Ashley went to a seminar for Legal aid in a small town in Colorado. the Hotel she stayed in was the same from the movie with Jack Nicholson....The Shining. I will wait a week to tell what she saw . I am hoping she will post here in her own words the strange happenings she told me. We shall see.... other than that it was just another week. this day I went to Woodcock lake and park and that is where my poem originates enjoy. 15 Paces Cutting my path a stream to cross Shallow, cold and clear the water runs I know this side so very well Oaks proudly standing over thickets of roses, border the path

30 paces end to end,

timber cut and laid

across running water

A bridge to keep my footing sure my feet dry 15 paces to the center Do I stop and watch the water flow, or 15 paces more follow the paths bend to see where it goes? ccd 2011

A better week this has been. With a bumpy beginning to a smooth landing A customer presented me with a book printed as late as 1937 (by the date and signature inscribed inside. Who is/was Lela Fowler?) The book is from a series Worlds Greatest Literature....this one is #18 Best Loved Poems The Muddy Creek A gift of companionship I was given this week past Too fine a day to spend indoors My companions and I, a bike ride did take Beneath maple and oak beside muddy creek with its ripples and eddies in silence flowed, we rested While shadows danced across the forest floor, with me in silence, my companions began to speak Stories from the past they began to tell ... Tales of ships lost to the sea, of battles long forgotten.. and hearts, won or torn by love and fate I was lost to the prose they spoke to me To tell a story so grand and pure, I who sit here beneath maple and oak, beside silent flowing muddy creek, seek the beauty of my companions Byron, Keats, Shelly, Poe.... their prose so clearly flowed ccd 2011