Linking up with Lissa’s brilliant Walk and Click Wednesday — next week I promise to get out on a fresh walk and not recycle old pictures and to get it up on Wednesday! : ) Until then, I memorized this poem as a child and it always comes to mind when I see the deer around here.

When Daniel Boone goes by, at night,
The phantom deer arise
And all lost, wild America
Is burning in their eyes.
— Stephen Vincent Benét