Impression on the trail
where a grouse once bathed.
Spruce, moss keep secrets well.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- July 31: While we ate ice cream cones
- July 30: Overheard conversations
- July 29: Raspberries
- July 28: Good book
- July 27 (2): Sunday afternoon
- July 27: Rainy day with books
- July 26: In the back yard
- July 25: Big red Sun
- July 24: Hay!
- July 23: Yard bird
- July 22: Out with my niece
- July 21: West Quoddy Head, on the path to the Bog
- July 20: Puffin Quest
- July 19: Doldrums
- July 18: Domestic dispute
- July 17: In the milkweed patch
- July 16: Grocery store
- July 15: Night gulls in Portland
- July 14: Sailing in sun and fog
- July 13: Camden Harbor
- July 12: Moon-viewing from the beach
- July 11: Moonrise
- July 10: Fat Full Moon
- July 9: Happy Hour
- July 8: Hopeful
- July 7: Catbird cacophony
- July 4 - 6: In the North Woods
- July 3: Baby birds are bustin' out all over
- July 2: Blue Jay crisis
- July 1: Hot night out
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
A short story in poem - nice!
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