Pull a cap tight over your curls,
step outside and face the day’s
persistent winds.
Pace off pain and weariness;
prepare for an uphill climb.
You will need to pause
where the sidewalk ends;
catch your breath,
Wait. Change of direction.
Turn the corner on doubt;
Follow the perimeter of the first
open field until you arrive
at the walnut grove.
Mary of the Woods awaits.
A lost ball at the foot
of her weathered statue;
rusted wind chimes
fallen from a nearby limb
make no sound.
How About That 
Marion!!
I absolutely love this. I can imagine the first part – of you walking up your hill to the corner. Not sure where the open field is – but I love the poetry that matches the photograph. Looks like Mary is ready to kick the ball and ring the chimes, coming to life in the woods – ha, ha!! You are so talented with words and verse. Thank you!!
Love and blessings,
Cathy
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Thanks Cathy; the field is right around the corner and Jake and I frequently take walks to see Mary of the Woods. I appreciate the quiet space she provides. And you are such a great cheer leader!
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