White catalpa blooms caressed -
my soul
A morning jaunt through cool , knee high 'wiregrass' - bound for Camp Creeks wisteria hollow
A cardinal was a long lost friend
A bluebird mourned of withered love
A mockingbird fervent in the hope -
of tomorrow
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
White catalpa blooms caressed -
my soul
A morning jaunt through cool , knee high 'wiregrass' - bound for Camp Creeks wisteria hollow
A cardinal was a long lost friend
A bluebird mourned of withered love
A mockingbird fervent in the hope -
of tomorrow
Copyright April 8 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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