Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
in the footsteps
of miners, railroaders and workers who wander
i walk the rails
Oh, the lure of those parallel rails!!!
Beautiful Diana, that second photo makes me wonder if I’ve been there…
bare budding trees, ghosts in the grass, rusted iron, steams a past…(you have a sumptuous eye..I do so love your work)
Thank you so much Edward, for the poetry in your comment 🙂
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