Photo Prompt © David Stewart
She had been moseying along that long sidewalk, since she had little to do that day. The street was wide and very, very straight, as she continued to walk on. There were trees on the left and trees on the right, and they had been planted for some years.
She almost felt that she should hug a tree.
But that would look daft.
A little later she entered the park there.
There was a handy bench not far, so she sat down.
Opening her big bag, she took out her writing book and a pen.
Then it became a poem.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
It’s a Six!
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Gosh! So it is. What a giggle. No mark though, sadly. But, at least there’s a park. And a poem.
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There’s something about the voice of this
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Something indeed! At least, she thinks…
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Pen to paper::Poem to tree
Thanks for the stroll & reflection!
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How lovely- a walk and writing in the park.
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Perfect, don’t we think! 😊
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Absolutely 👍🏼
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💞💞
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🩷🩷🩷
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She performs her task, and I imagine it will turn into a beautiful poem! 🥰💞
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She’s hoping so… ✍️🤔…thinking 😂
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alley way
wallk amble on
stroll loll and create
with such deliberations
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Hmm, you’re right (and left) – more thinking must occur!
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Inspiration is all around us; all we have to do is look. This is lovely, Chris!
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Thank you so much, Dale!
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Lovely photo and poem, Chris, with a “meta” ending.
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A ‘meta for’ can often work too (giggling).
Thanks so much, Dave
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VERY clever, Chris! 😂
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What else could this be 💜💜💜
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Indeed! – especially since we are often poetry people. 💛💛
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Great last line.
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Nice.
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