Photo by Joan Filla
Hiking
Brady’s Bluff today
steep steps mark the way
others have gone before me.
It is timeless
yet new
This spring greening
is like the first day
in Elysium,
the breeze
straight from the mouth of Zeus
I swear the eagle
flying slow, sad circles
overhead
is Daedalus
looking for his boy
Here is a 55+ for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for Day three of National Poetry Month, where some hearty souls are writing 30 poems in 30 days. Today we were asked to write 55 words, with the plus being a classical theme. The picture was taken today by my talented sister-in-law,Joan Filla, during our hike.
Sure it was, Mary. I’m not up on the classics much as I didn’t take literature in high school. I only had three years of English. That is a long story, not classic.
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Gosh, it’s been so long, but I think I learned about the Greek myths in history class. Thanks for the visit, Jim.
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fine allusion and image, Mary ~
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Thanks Michael.
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This gave me chills. Truly a magnificent poem.
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Thank you so much Kerry.
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Wonderful photo and beautiful poem. You humanised the legend.
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Thank you Rosemary. We had the most obliging eagle on our hike yesterday. 🙂
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Creative, wonderful. k.
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Thank you.
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Perfect, perfect. The eagles slay me.
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Thanks Marian. There were a bunch of them around yesterday, and one in particular who sat and posed for us while we snapped pics for the longest time.
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I’m always just shocked when they fly over, even though it’s become more common near here, there are some known nesting pairs. So magnificent!!
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They really are. We are fortunate to live in areas they frequent.
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Pom and pic- both excellent!
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Thanks Mosk.xx
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Wow! A classic walk…love it! Great photo!
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Thank you Susie.
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