Tall trees; surround me.
Mossy vines, branches connect; a canopy.
Shepherd him; obsessively.
Beams of light, born of the sky.
Blankets of leaves, kept dry.
Chaperoning a character; offering a cloak.
Red, brown and black; colors connect.
I walk; my short story I try to protect; mind a wreck.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Good job Audrey Dawn. I loved the picture too. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thanks, Geanie! Getting in some final writing in before I cook everyone into a coma. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Very thoughtful and though provoking. Really like the last line.
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Thank you.
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