Pavement chalk flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says
Imagine your sidewalk could talk — what would it say, in the form of a small poem or prose?
I wrote a poem about my pavement. We live on a busy road with a school over the road, so there are a lot of people walking up an down throughout the day.
Who’s that walking overhead?
Who’s that walking on my head?
Pounding, stamping on my head
Oh how I wish that you would stop
I took the photo at the top of this post a couple of months ago as I walked up the road to the bust stop.
