In bluebell wood at dusk I walked, my daughter's hand held tight.......We heard their laughter on the wind beyond the fading light....she glimpsed their wings through childish eyes that magik still holds true.... so full of love it made this heart I swear I saw them too
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Destanie West 04 Apr 2007
i use to have a place in my cabin untill there was a tornado preettyJoanna Jungjohann 12 Feb 2007
precious moments, hold them close, time turns the tables, no longer do the young want to be held or led. . . beautiful image, lovely wordsTom and Susan Repasky 12 Feb 2007
There be magick in this field, and any field in which you believe!! Excellent narrative to accompany a brilliant image!! You have moved my Irish heart, causing it to be filled with delight and wonder!! Truly stunning work Open!! ~SChristine brand 17 Jan 2007
How lovely this is...excellent poetry too! Charmed place.debbie collier 24 Sep 2006
Beautiful!!