Photo taken by Ms. Vee 11-7-16

I would surmise the abundance of fallen leaves would crackle, when you walked on them.
Quite the contrary; there was silence throughout the trails.
If this wasn’t strange enough, there wasn’t a squirrel in sight. I found this rather odd.
Upon approaching the historical bridge, I sensed something very mysterious had occurred here.
An undocumented story I would love to hear.
After all; many landmarks have seen their share of tragedies.
Perhaps today, wrapped within all its beauty,
It’s full of nature’s serenity.
All is silent!
I’ll call this photo Golden.

Written by Vera Robinson
6:29 PM