with a stick in hand...
and I remember when the daisiesthat lined the walk to the garagesmiled and laughed as I fanned them with my youth. xx
oh yeah. i'm back.
This makes me want a picket fence, just so I could play it.
Very cute. What a sweet memory. :)
Very darling little piece here. Love the use of xylophone. not sure I have ever read that word in a poem before in fact. Clever girl! :)
Wonderful. I love how your soul speaks on this blog.
Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :