Every Picture Tells A Story

R Stewart


New Muk Luks

Time to take them for a trial run.


We've only lived in South Garland for a few months and are still getting acquainted with the area. Duck Creek is just down the street from our house. There are miles of walking paths along the creek. Here is my impressions as I stroll along the path on a gray, chilly, Sunday morning in December – 2016.


"The Road Not Taken"
my apology to Robert Frost



to sit – to think – to dream



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood



And sorry I could not travel both



And be one traveler, long I stood



And looked down one as far as I could



To where it bent in the undergrowth;



I shall be telling this with a sigh



Somewhere ages and ages hence



Two roads diverged in a wood, and I



I took the one less traveled by



And that has made all the difference



I like to think I bent a great poem for my purpose – not that I butchered a fine piece of literature. Your mileage may vary.






I was thinking – 'What a wonderful park this is, smack dab in the middle of the city'



That is why the sight of litter breaks my heart



There are plenty of trash cans – they are not full – even if the spelling and grammar aren't perfect



Thank you for coming on this little walk with me



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