Thursday, December 1, 2011



Sitting under a shade tree
The cool grass tickles
Breezes blow by
Leaves whisper
Warm sunlight peeks through
My mind wanders, no real place to go




Photo by Johnny; Poem by Lori
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2 comments:

  1. Lisa McLeanDecember 8, 2011 at 5:55 AM

    "no real place to go"
    What an awesome thought ... I want that.

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  2. LoriDecember 12, 2011 at 2:04 PM

    Yes, that line captured it for me, which is what I love about sitting under a shade tree!

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