Love’s Return Birds drift warm breezes, Calls echoing to each other, Then land on same branch. I listen for bells on sails Tinkling we’ll be kissing soon. Clear skies, winds westward. My schooner flies towards harbor; Birds drift overhead. Bells tinkle like your laughter; Warm breezes touch like your sighs. Sarah Weejars is…
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#MM — Sunday Writing Prompt — Barking up the wrong tree (long)
“Field of Wild Flowers” Edwina was a city born and raised woman who had dreamed of a bucolic lifestyle ever since she read, “Charlotte’s Web” as a child. Whenever she was feeling stressed she would imagine herself on a small farm, raising a flock of chickens, milking dairy goats, making her own cheese, cultivating a…
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