Haiku
I woke to a sound;
The gargling of wild turkeys.
A perfect morning.
Poetry
1
2012
I was camping at Harmonie State Park for the annual First Brush of Spring paintout. The first sound I heard in the morning was a wild turkey calling.
I woke to a sound;
The gargling of wild turkeys.
A perfect morning.
I was camping at Harmonie State Park for the annual First Brush of Spring paintout. The first sound I heard in the morning was a wild turkey calling.