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A Morning Walk

The gentle morning breeze ruffled the tops of the barren trees,
Cold Winter air filled the sky,
But on this day, life was filled with a sort of ease,
On I marched, crunching through leaves and letting out a gentle sigh.

I reached the end of the path,
And went to turn back,
Then out of the blue shot a goose filled with turbid wrath,
He wailed at me for what seemed a day and compassion he seemed to lack.

My gentle ease from the winter breeze was gone in a flash,
Knowing full well the nipping I was in for; I took off in a dash,
Amid my jaunt, I lost an icy step and fell into the lake with a splash.

I swam to the shore; the beast was gone,
And I let out a much-needed laugh,
The sun began to rise, and I delighted in the sight of the dawn,
I watched the pink hue from the newborn sun and forgot all about my gaffe,
Nature in her beauty even graced me with the presence of a floating swan,
Finally, I began my way back heart filled but body in much need of a bath.

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Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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