Remembering my favorite walk
Kicking through a bed of color
Autumn leaves carpeting the maple grove
A secret childhood refuge
A bed of crunchy leaves always inviting
Looking up through bright maple branches
Blue sky almost seems touchable.
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Open Link #401 and February Live
The Bag Lady 
I’m nostalgic for a wet English autumn walk. But not enough to want to do it again! Good write Cheryl 👏
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A grand and glorious poem!!!
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Thanks so much!
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This is so beautiful Cheryl
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True
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😍😍😍
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Your poem made me smile, Cheryl. I miss autumn walks.
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Me too
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The autumn walk is one of the best…. Lovely colors
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I agree
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You’ve woven a wonderfully rich autumn mood We are heading towards autumn as well in NZ
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I would love to visit your country
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This is a lovely poem. Well done.
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loved your poem So good! ❤
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Thank you
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It is so great to have and to hold memories like those. (Side note: Australia is covered with, by and large, drab, olive green, evergreens.)
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Now living in Wyoming, it’s totally different with a lot of scrub brush on prairies
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