imagine
 



Countless dotted blossoms grown in the gardens of yellow
Sun and rain kissed the bunny and every flock o'er the green meadow....

Underneath archways of warmth, children in wonderland seen
Open windows and doorways, more than just a memory; dream...

Redwood forest, palms and pines, wrap 'round maples and vine
Meticulously papering walls, a room where your little ones dine..

On tables and chairs made of boulders or of stone,
A soda pop vase of fresh wildflowers, a place to call home.

There on a bridge enveloped in now and yesterday
a quieting peace, like heaven's calm and of places to pray.









susan ashton

By Debera

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