After Scott brought me my breakfast from Willow Grove PA Giant Supermarket, we decided to visit Pennypack Trust.
We'll go now before it gets too hot.
Believe me, it was hot!
My leg muscles have that good feeling of walking up hills.
Romantic picture of Pennypack from their website.
MY HEART IS ACHING FOR PENNYPACK TRUST
Like spurs on a railroad track
Pennypack Trust has many paths you can take
On this hot Indian Summer Day, we got in
Scott's coconut-white Honda Fit
and drove to The Lord's New Church.
With my diabetes mellitus, I ate
like a wedding guest so I wouldn't
go low and pass out like Floyd Patterson
fighting Sonny Liston.
Hot twas like in Arizona but we struck out
like miners and couldna believe what we saw!
Purple thistle - with stingers - visited by
golden finches - look at them sailing away
A graveyard we'd never visited before
Six tombstones poking up on the burnt grass
"All the world's a stage," wrote an 86-yo
woman gone to the world beyond
Riding over a small hard-to-see bump
My water glass splashed and made a commotion
soaking Scott's dashboard
I walked on the Walt Whitman green grass
Silence spanned our walk
as wide-winged hawks soared
above watching for prey
Scott and I dwell with the living.
Best friends and sometime room-mates
We live side by side
like the mulberry and pine trees
detesting the liar bragadoccio president.
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