Day 536 Walk on the Wild Side

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Imagine chatting on the path through Fiddle Creek, up the stone stairs back to town– and there waiting are mule deer and turkey, waiting because at that spot a neighbor provides feed of grain, and we interrupted their dinner.

Walk on the Wild Side

Step up the stone path, 

greeted by nature’s wild things, 

pause and wait, in awe.

Sheri Edwards  
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Poetry/Photography

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