Daily Create Poetry End of Path

Daily Note and Daily Create

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today’s Daily Create asked what was at the end of the path through an autumn woods [[ @ds106dc #tdc3670 ]. I first thought of the day we stopped in Coulee City to look for the local art gallery. We often talk about this day. We’d parked the car on a side street where we could see the side of the gallery. We walked along the street and as we approached the intersection, turned to look around the corner and discovered a Norman Rockwell painting a real life: a small town street fair crowded with people and a street full of huge green John Deere farm implements. It was like walking into the Twilight Zone— a perfect picture of a small farm town community gathering. Not a tourist town, not the city. Just a home town gathering to celebrate together about the local life. Alas, this must have been before iPhones because we both looked for our pictures we know we took, but found none in our cloud services. But that feeling of “home” and “small town” we both remember clearly.

So… that is not my story of the end of the path. Instead I found another view of just outside another town, Wilbur, where the wheat fields roll on forever. And a poem for the day, so @ds106dc #tdc3670 My response for Today’s #ds106 Daily Create is:

At the End of the Path

Following the dog sniff, sniff, sniffing messages along the trail
Rushing ahead as Rusty rushes ‘round the curve, wagging his tail,
Flushing out a pheasant at the edge of the rolling fields of wheat
Waving in the end of the storm breeze beneath an opening in the sky
Painting a rainbow in the distance for my furry friend and I.

Sheri Edwards
012922 029.365.22
Poetry/Photography

1056 days of posts in a row