I thought he is an awfully tiny little guy
What shall he become when he grows up?
So small in such a great world, he snorts
Most creatures have some defense
He blows smoke at me, and rolls over
Then I remembered the ant such strength
I once knew a homeless child she loved
But what could such as he bring here?
He stretched his little wings, then yawned
And the fantasy within my soul was born
This second book in Edie's 'Puddle' series is filled with wonderful catchy rhyming poems that have positive nostalgic messages. Her whimsical illustrations carry the poems along on ripples of warm vibrant colours.
Alisha is shocked when she learns her seizures can send her back through time. With the meddling of Selene, Goddess of the Moon, and Iris, Messenger Goddess, she finds herself transported to ancient Sparta, where Helen is desperately trying to escape
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Newfie hugs, Rose
Be always safe,
Karen
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This is absolutely precious, and magically penned! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And thus is the door opened to countless possibilities. Thank you, Theresa. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis