Small Stone, July 2014 Third
Gift of berries awaits, I see a Gooseberry Pie in my near future.
July Writing Project - A Poem A Day - Day Three
I love to read
each word a seed
knowing each book
worthy of a look
adventures abound
with sight and sound
my soul will soar
in ancient lore
my senses tingle
mysteries mingle
laughter escapes
the colors!
the shapes!
I love to read
this is true
do you?
Third Noticing July 2014
The oak tree was massive, and had stood in the corner of the yard for as long as I can remember. A few years back, there was a storm, and wind damage revealed the damage previoulsy unseen. Now all that remains is a stump, but oh what a stump. Over four feet tall, with a wood shingled roof, there now sits by roadside a shelter for gnomes and faeries, complete with hollowed out interior and potted flowers by the entrance. It always makes me smile when I drive by.
July Writing Project - A Poem A Day - Day Three
I love to read
each word a seed
knowing each book
worthy of a look
adventures abound
with sight and sound
my soul will soar
in ancient lore
my senses tingle
mysteries mingle
laughter escapes
the colors!
the shapes!
I love to read
this is true
do you?
Third Noticing July 2014
The oak tree was massive, and had stood in the corner of the yard for as long as I can remember. A few years back, there was a storm, and wind damage revealed the damage previoulsy unseen. Now all that remains is a stump, but oh what a stump. Over four feet tall, with a wood shingled roof, there now sits by roadside a shelter for gnomes and faeries, complete with hollowed out interior and potted flowers by the entrance. It always makes me smile when I drive by.
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