Tommy was a short man in his early seventies, but he looked like he barely crossed 50. He was strong and tough and as swift as a young bear moving through the forest. “Lived all my life in the woods…. Read More ›
This is a poem that I wrote several years ago and pleasantly encountered it in a notepad stowed away in a forgotten folder!
We see this well-dressed old woman visiting the park with a couple of small sacks of peanuts, oats and other grains to feed the birds. A common sight we thought, although it was difficult to miss