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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Monday, April 7, 2014

Felicitous Life

Felicitous life,
Flanked by,
Innocence
Blooming
In
Frilly frocks,
Youngest
Fell asleep
In the humdrum
Of
Flooded local,
Endeavors
To rise her
Foiled
By
Summered stubbornness.
The eldest
Splashed
Water,
Feigned innocence,
Until that rubbing-eyes
Sleepy
“Who dunnit”
Set her giggling.

10 comments:

  1. This is cute - siblings do love to mess with each other!

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  2. My kids did that to their older brother the other day while he was napping on the couch. I rubbed my temples, lectured, and wondered how long this stage will last. :)

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    1. Wow, I am sure they must have had great time doing it to one another. I saw this happening in the local bus and we were all having a great time watching these kids.

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  3. Very cute poem. Nice theme that flows through, and like the guilty/innocent ending. :) Writer’s Mark

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  5. Oh that was very good! And what a wonderful way to do the letter.
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    1. Thank you Cindy. I am glad you liked the little post

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  6. Thank you so much for your visit and encouragement.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.