Through Ancient Playgrounds

Posted on July 21, 2017 By T.W. Dondanville

Beaten paths with glossy roots.

These trails, they’ve seen many boots.

Sunny glades with shady spots.

Running through them, a rush of many thoughts.

Bathing lizards and singing birds.

Other people? There are no herds.

Merely stillness and solitude.

Filled with nothing, but gratitude.

Category: Poetry Tags: california, hiking, nisene marks, Nor Cal, poem, Poetry, santa cruz, solitude, state parks, stillness, trail running

3 Comments on “Through Ancient Playgrounds”

Iris@poetsmith
July 21, 2017

Lovely poem… nice flow and rhythm.

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- T.W. Dondanville
  July 21, 2017
  
  Thank you so much for reading ! Glad you enjoyed.
  
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  - Iris@poetsmith
    July 22, 2017
    
    A pleasure! 🙂
    
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