19 November

Where ever I go I always sing a song of home

The sounds of the bells at Abbot Hall

ring out on the hour 

and settle softly over the grasses and rocky scrambles 

at Crocker Park

they've done so since long before anyone here can remember

Do you wonder if there are places that miss

your footfall when you are not there?

My feet trod at Crocker like 

my heart beats within me

I carry it with me like a song


  1. The pond and woods I walk are a song in my heart; a part of me is always there.
    Beautiful words and photo. ♥

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  3. Beautiful!!! Hugs~


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