along the lane, overhung
with lemon leaves, lazily swung
like rope across the landscape.
At their rugged, naked feet,
mud is sun–baked and crumbling,
draped with dried-up weeds and grass,
where humans rarely pass,
only rain, wind and mice
that burrow, deep beneath the footing,
a tissue of tunnels and apertures
adorned with a glint of gossamer.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt – Watchers #writephoto
Beautiful, Kim.
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Thank you, Sue!
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Love the imagery.
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Thank you, Michael!
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The final line caps it off so nicely.
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🙂
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You make it sound positively delightful, Kim 🙂
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Thanks Jane! 😊
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🙂
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Excellent! 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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