"Write in your Garden Journal," she said.
“But there are no desks nor chairs!”
The wide sidewalk became
“But there are no desks nor chairs!”
The wide sidewalk became
desk surfaces so flat.
While the warmth of the concrete
erased all the chills.
And comfort found many positions,
as pencils filled pages with thoughts.
While the warmth of the concrete
erased all the chills.
And comfort found many positions,
as pencils filled pages with thoughts.

Love this poem and photo. You are rockin' the blog!
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