Monday, May 16, 2011


In the field of children,
Flowers stretch overhead;
Bees drone warmly,
Heavy-headed lilacs drench the air.
Under the boxelder tree
A discovery of violets,
Around the corners of houses
Our horses run merrily through the lilies.
Boxelder trees and lilacs
Find a sunny child
Running down tangled paths,
To hide deep in the flowers of memory.
Dream some dreams today. Love, Linda

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