Hand
in hand
She
walks with me
Hand
in hand
Near
the wishing tree
Her
unshod feet
Through the grass
Like
a plow
Un-caring
at what it turns up
The
sunlight dances among
Winter
bare branches
Though
it holds all our dreams
The
wishing tree looks
Barren
Defrocked
denuded
She
walks with me
Hand
in hand
To
the wishing tree
We
lay our souls
At
its feet
Root
in soil midnight dark
Twining
our dreams we circle
Its
base as if
As
if it would change a thing
She
walked with me
Down
to the wishing tree
We
laid our wishes there
To
be taken up by the
Next
to wander through
Chris
McQueeney 4/9/15
If I am reading things correctly this is my five hundredth post on my blog...that amazes me! when I first started my blog I was just learning how to write now five hundred posts later I feel that there is much more that I have yet to learn about being a word smith. Thank you all who have stopped by to read my words..............
If I am reading things correctly this is my five hundredth post on my blog...that amazes me! when I first started my blog I was just learning how to write now five hundred posts later I feel that there is much more that I have yet to learn about being a word smith. Thank you all who have stopped by to read my words..............
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