This thought opened my eyes
to those particular spots
along the path I walk regularly
which have special meaning.
The tiny cove where I encountered
the Barred Owl in 2008.
The overlook with the view
of Cowee Mountain in the distance,
which has become like a
trip to a museum where
I'm treated to a different work of art
each time I pass through.
The Basswood Tree
dedicated to my sisters.
The scavenger hunt of rocks
created for the grands.
The list lengthens and
grows more dear
as the years pass.
kastilwell
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