The Old Wooden Tracks

Posted on August 19, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe
Tuesday Writing Prompt (posted by Devereaux and Beth)

What do you see in this photo?  What do you feel?  (in 15 words)


Desolation.  No one rides the wooden rails at this old depot. Gone– the glory days.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to The Old Wooden Tracks

  1. -Eugi ☕️ says:
    August 21, 2021 at 3:10 pm

    Excellent observation!

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