Painting pictures with words.
Opening a part of the soul.
Emotion flowing with the lines.
Tapestry skillfully woven.
Reflecting thoughts artfully.
Yearning to make a difference.
--Karen O'Leary--Whispers' Editor
Thursday, March 7, 2013
The Wind--By Jack Horne--England
The wind is like a naughty child,
That watches as I sweep the leaves,
He then delights to scatter them,
And giggles, tugging at my sleeves:
I want to play, the wind believes.