Walking Rustic Roads

Another hill.
Is this the fifth
or the fifteenth?
I’ll stop by this fence–
just a bit–
catch my breath.

Wouldn’t live out here.
Snowplows–
murder in winter.
Sure is pretty though–
birdsong crazy–
drives me nuts.

Mother Nature–
Best in small doses.

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