I was dreaming,
of crystal, clear waters of the spring,
where I went as a child~
ice cold water and sandy bottoms
where little fish nibbled on your toes.
©annettealaine 2017
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I was dreaming,
of crystal, clear waters of the spring,
where I went as a child~
ice cold water and sandy bottoms
where little fish nibbled on your toes.
©annettealaine 2017
A Look Into Some of the Thoughts Bubbling Around In Trina's Brain
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Choosing peace through beauty, nature, words.
Andres Rojas
a blog about life & being the sh*t
Bold Views from the Bold City and Beyond!
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
A literary compass for finding your voice..."You turn toward me, your lips move, wanting to speak."--Stephen Dobyns, "Wolves In The Street"
All things Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Deep Valley
Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.
