Bogart & Bacall, Lucy & Desi, Homer & Jethro, Macaroni & Cheese, Green Eggs & Ham, Shaman & Wizard...
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poem © 2007 by Becky Harblin, photo © 2007 by WizenedEye.com
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If I listen
closely
to the place
I came from,
and eventually will return to,
I can hear
the green children
playing
their sweet fiddle tunes.
And sometimes
when I am out walking
in early, early spring
I catch them
just as they pull
back into the earth,
nothing showing
but the soft
curly green of their fiddle's
head.
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Friday, May 04, 2007
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8 comments:
Oh...wonderful....Thank you.
*sigh* - Thanks!!
Beautiful! Thanks once again for sharing. :-)
How nice to go out walking and find that beautiful places still remain as I remember them.
Hello old friend. The baby is free of jaundice and will need no more treatments.
Felicia and I are tired but we are beginning to adjust.
God how I do love this little boy...
You help me start my mornings in such perfect ways...thanks! Carmon
Lovely, lovely, lovely...
i need to take a walk
Fiddle Heads!
That's all. Just FIDDLE HEADS!
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