Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Alone
ALONE: written after stopping by a sculpture of this retriever, that was hidden in the bramble bushes along a path at the Buttermilk Inn in Milton, NY. It reminded me of my grandsons’ beloved golden retrievers, Bogie and Madison.
A ncient wisdom from his ink black eyes,
L ofty stature speaks without a sound,
O nly scarcely seen, as brambles do disguise,
N ever ceasing to protect his ground,
E ver keeping watch, loyalty unbound.
photo Friday; #alone
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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