A Walk Near Home
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Nature and thoughts.

A Walk Near Home

Golden grasses.

Tall.

Trees,

of varying kinds.

And flowers.

Purples and reds,

yellows and oranges.

With smells to match,

the beautiful shades.

It’s a short walk.

A winding trail.

Here and there,

it borders the river.

Blue water.

Blue skies.

Warm air.

But not hot.

Slightly humid.

A gentle breeze.

The dog runs ahead,

and jumps,

in the river.

She comes back.

Wet.

And shakes.

Thanks.

But she’s sweet.

This walk is for her,

as much as for me.

I look at the mountains.

Scars.

From the fire.

Burnt trees.

Brown spots.

All the ridges.

It makes me sad.

It’s still beautiful.

The gorge.

A giant scar in itself.

Carved by the river,

over so many years.

The scars are fitting.

In a strange way.

Given my bad habits.

Beautiful imperfection.

Lovely sadness.

The walk must end.

But the scars remain.

And the scenery.

This place.

Magical.

Full of splendor.

I'm lucky to live here.

My home,

the Columbia river gorge.

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