
Down a gravel road
over a hill
up in the woods
I saw her..
weathered
and worn
torn apart
by the wind.
fading fast...
reminded me
of old people
in rest homes...
i felt a sadness
deep within
for i too
will grow old...
some pictures bring out the poet in me...This blog is for pictures that inspired me to write poetry.... all poems and pictures are by Connetta Jean...taken on the Ohio Backroads...If you find me a stranger...may you come back as my friend...
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