from exit 80 and you're almost there.
I am from crayolas and printer paper,
from lipstick kisses on my hand and Just A Wish Away.
I am from bayou water and rain boots,
his eyes and her heart.
From playing until the sun goes down and tears when it comes back up.
I am from chicory and magnolia,
Mud pies in the oven and front porch swings.
I am from blue skies and broken hearts.
I did this in a writing course once & decided to just use it instead of following the template provided. Ooooooo weeeee, I'm a rebel woman!
Mama's Losin' It- Writer's Workshop
Followed the link from Mama Kat's---that is a stunning picture and a lovely poem. I like your blog :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds like we don't live very far apart. :)
ReplyDeleteReally lovely!
ReplyDeleteAww! I love it!
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that is beautiful.
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