Nature Walk

During the winter of 1998, I lived in the Fairmount section of Philadelphia. I woke up one morning and was struck by the rainy light of the day – so I took a walk on the old train tracks leading from the loading dock of the Inquirer. I could not stop thinking about my grandmother and her love of nature – her stories of running through the meadows of the Vermont country side in starck contrast to my Nature Walk. I read Sara Teasdale’s poem Places – a poem I’m sure Mommom can relate to.

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