#2130-Thoughtful
31/05/2023
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.
