I tumbled and tumbled
and every night I tumbled.
One night I floated onto a field of
green, where the scent of honeysuckle peruse the air.
Every step I took there was the scent, as I tried to reach a little cottage which seemed so close. The more I walked the further away it seemed to be.
I woke up.
But now I know There is a little mansion waiting for me.
Louisa A Dobbins
Sharon
Regis
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Light and wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)