Walking through the Orchard
Words By: Theo Miller
Photo By: een
Walking in the orchard
The scent of dust in the air
The dogs trailing at my heel
A cool breeze sweeps my hair as
The trees sway overhead
As the golden red leaves chrunch
‘Neath my ever wandering feet
2 Comments:
pretty cool, nice pic to go withthe poem.
That picture is very beautiful!
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