This tree saw Richard’s excavator in the neighborhood. I suppose excavators make trees tremble with fear.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Day: March 18, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2784 “An epilogue to an untold tale”
ㅁ The road was long, the sun did shine, it seemed spring had arrived. He sat to rest beside the road, surprised he had survived.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.