Gulliver’s travels
Began upon the ocean
Where is my dinghy
*On a recent morning walk, my daughter and I spied this one-man inflatable raft tucked away in the woods. We thought perhaps a neighborhood kid left it there. I had to snapped a photo – much to the consternation of my daughter. On our return home, when we passed this same spot, the raft was gone. A little further down the path, as we crossed over a foot bridge along the shore of the bayou, we saw the raft in the water. Its captain, clearly not a child, paddling away. Based on his disheveled appearance, we guessed he was a homeless man who had been sleeping under the footbridge. As I am wont to do, I began concocting a story about him.
Thin spiral notebook 
I love capturing the oddities in life that so often are there for just a moment. You’ll remember this for a long time, I’m sure! And the story about the man? I want to hear it 🙂
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fun haiku and sometimes we feel like all we have for our ‘adventure’ is a ‘dinghy’ ~ not so though ~ go for it ~ happy weekend ~ carol ^_^
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your dignity is in your words
and OVER HERE!
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The poem and the picture made me smile!
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even in 17 syllables you bring it home.
I concoct story about random people all the time, there is always a story swirling in my mind.
happy Friday.
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