Scribble: Walking in Corner Brook
August 15, 2011
I could walk her wrinkles blindfolded,
So sure my feet were of her one-way ways.
She curved around me like a bowl
protective as the swans
swimming in her center.
I rolled up and down her hills
Feet faster than my heart,
Too full of her summer green
To feel anything else
But beautiful.
Shelley Scribbles 
Oh my, you wore out more than one pair of sneakers walking around Corner Brook………
From Monty Python I believe – “up hill both ways”!!!