life is but a wooden fence
that stretches ‘cross the grounds
and circumnavigates the deep
with countless ups and downs
life is wooden mile-posts
with threaded rails of time
standing sun-bleached hand in hand
on felted lawn sublime
life is wooden moments
reaching out of sight
a wooden skeleton by day
a memory by night
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Really lovely photo and soothing poetry sir.😊
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Thank you!!😃
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Beauty — all of it!
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Thank you so much 😃
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Great piece and corresponding photo! 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. Your photos are amazing!!😃
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I love your analogy. Great poem!
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Thank you, some days I feel like an old wooden fence!😃
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