Saturday, July 23, 2011

Returning Home

 Returning Home

The day had turned cooler
The sky was a darker blue
The trees had lost their leaves
Mother wrapped her babe tightly in a green shawl
She knew it was warm and snug
She hurried through the meadow
Eager to get home before night fell
She would be happy when she reached her own hearth

I am always so happy when returning home
Where all is familiar and safe

Love and light  Marie


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