#2130-Thoughtful


In younger days,

I often saw woodchips,

Generously strewn about,

In old-fashioned western bars.

Now I see them on steep trails,

In parts of the forest,

I daily frequent.

It is a mystery,

Who scatters them about.

Still, I am grateful,

For the thoughtfulness,

That avoids nasty falls.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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