There are trails through the neighborhoods built into the Fort Mill, South Carolina, rolling hills. There is also a railroad track running through them. This trail is on the other side furthest from where we live.
To get to this trail I have to go under the spooky railroad tracks, but there is a pond awaiting me on the other side.
I am thankful to the Lord for everything mentioned below and all of His other blessings.
The photos tell their tales with the help of captions.
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(1) all kinds of flowers and (2) a neighbor who loves to grow them(3) sunlight through sunflowers(4) white clouds and (5) dark clouds bringing needed rain(6) magnolia blossoms and (7) their dark green leaves(8) trails, (9) mown spaces and (10) unmown spaces with trees
Joe did his best to save his pennies, but considering that pennies weren’t made anymore, he saved his nickels with interest. He didn’t mind inflation as long as he could still buy his daily bread.
But enough of this babbling about pennies (or nickels), because this is supposed to be a story about something real. However, Joe couldn’t think of any story to tell.
He asked his muse to please, pretty please, pretty pretty pretty please, include a story once in a while with his daily bread. His muse, a malnourished pixie, demigod or whatever it might have been, told him to ask Someone who actually had a clue.
There are trails through the neighborhoods built into the Fort Mill, South Carolina, rolling hills. There is also a railroad track running through them. This trail is on the side nearest to where we live, the “this” side of the tracks.
Although the trails are easy often with cement paving they are hilly. Around the pond were a turtle and a beautiful bird who knew I was there but went back to doing what they were doing as I left.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of May 2026.
Song To Our Prince
Our fine prince is a wonderful guy. When he walks all the ladies say, “Hi!” All the dragons do, too, as he walks through the zoo. What a wonderfully wonderful guy.
With a bang it was sent to the sky and it popped when it got very high.
Clean Limerick
He’s pretentiously, pompously clean except when his rhymes are obscene, but he’s doing his best, so he said, then confessed that his best is much better unseen.
Diving deep in delusion he goes. You might warn him, but waters now close and who knows where he’ll be when a kiss sets him free as the bliss of eternity grows.
Though I thought it was hot it was not, since the heat got much hotter. I got a fine thought for a verse (not a whiny, cold curse) as the heat got much worse than just hot.
It was kind of spooky, but I ain’t afraid of no ghost.
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It looks like there is shade in this tunnel under the road.Rather colorful. I guess the kids (hopefully not the adults) have been busy.Enough shade. Time to continue my walk.