I’m walking along the beach
Letting my wild thoughts flow
Like melted butter on toast
It’s a wild wind blowing
Similar to myself are the waves
We’re fighting the natural forces
Whether to stand tall or fall
Karma is a bitch
It comes back at you.
That wild wind blowing.
Life at No. 22 
I love what you did with this, Suzanne.
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Oh, thanks very much, Sue, for your lovely feedback 😊
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Very reflective poem. You can handle the wild winds, I’m sure!
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Thanks Eilene, yes I am always up for a challenge, and sometimes that even includes the wind.
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I love the twist, Suzanne.
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Thanks Tracy 🙂
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Real good poem. You created strong images.
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Cheers, Neil for the feedback, I am pleased it generated strong images.
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Yes, I think you are!
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Thanks, Anabel. Mostly, that is true, and inspiration is always gained by other women when I need a push.
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A fine combination of picture and poem
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Thanks, Derrick.
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Yep, you are one strong Kiwi!
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Cheers, Mel though some days like most of us we aren’t. It was a sort of deep and meaningful moment while walking 😉
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Walking tends to do that to me too. Maybe it is the rhytm of the steps that makes us reflective.
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