|THE FOREST GREEN: Polished Stone, an oldie|
5 comments5 Nov 2004 @ 09:16 by vaxen : So...
very, very, Marissa. Skookie you da best!
thank you Vax.. I was so very sentimental back then.
6 Nov 2004 @ 01:10 by koravya : Familiar
Just such a beach
have I walked
through a summer and a winter and another summer
on the western shore of lake Michigan
north of Milwaukee
towards the promontory
where a sturdy old wooden bench
from how many years gone by
I would never know,
and from there in the morning
the sun would rise over the water,
every day unique.
6 Nov 2004 @ 15:28 by skookum : Did
you ever see anything reall strange or odd?
7 Nov 2004 @ 07:17 by koravya : I'm sure
This was eleven years ago.
There was a wooden picnic table
washed up on shore one day,
marked with the insignia of
the Michigan state park system.
I dragged it back into the bushes and had another place to sit.
Then there was a massive old tree trunk,
into which someone had carved
Wish You Were Here
in large bold letters.
That old tree trunk had a remarkable
curved shape to it, a real monument.
I did a lot of walking around up and down that beach during that time.
The Harrington Beach State park. It was my back yard.
Strange or Odd? Yes.
And I took a lot of photographs out there to,
since that is one of my pasttimes.
Strange or Odd?
7 Nov 2004 @ 07:29 by skookum : if one looks at all the
'odd' things... one can see a pattern, a sign, an inspiration in them.
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