Walk this way.
Kenya, 1967, Tsavo Game Preserve. Our bus had tipped over and thus we walked!
And, in spite of the fact that there had been only a few sprinkles early on during our walk,
Finally, I walked back across the square to the side entrance of the Casa Cultural.
The front walk was transformed, and my socks got wet walking to the car!
Time to go, Grandma. Here’s your walking stick!
I know how to walk! I’m gonna walk my own way.
Sheridan, Wyoming–the only snow I have been able to walk through for the past 23 years.
Beach walking
Home Traveler
Alone, or with the teeming throng,
I go on journeys short or long.
Walking by choice in foreign places,
I study unfamiliar faces.
But when I finally go to bed,
I journey farther within my head,
those trips to town forgotten while
I journey mile after mile.
Eschewing trips to foreign places,
I journey into inner spaces.
For dVerse poets
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Most excellent Judy… 👍🏼
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A beautiful walk through life’s journey
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Love these pictures and your poem
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome.
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yes. I like this, Judy
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Judy,
The rainbow photo was just what I needed today. We are preparing to spend eight weeks in Portugal.. We are scouting a home there. I am so excited. My husband’s daughter in Portugal is excited for us to move there, but she doesn’t want us basically in the same city, a sentiment that I share, because my poor husband would be in her house every day with his grandchildren, if he could. I like to travel so much, and I am grateful that after the fall in Vienna last year and back surgery in November that we can still enjoy traveling the world.
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That is so exciting. I loved Portugal, which was the first foreign country other than Mexico that I was ever in. Please share photos. Good for you!!!!
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