Recent Photos & A Poem








Strolling through the wood

There I saw a crow

He ruffled his feathers and squawked at me

What he said, I’ll never know

The changes come slowly

You can see them in the plants

Where the trees stretch up to touch the clouds

Most of them are all bare now

The temperature is dropping quick

Each day seems to feel colder

I wonder if I’ll see the crow in the wood again

Cawing from over my shoulder

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