I don't remember where I heard the comment, but someone once said that making images out of clouds is silly. Why can't it just be a cloud? Me? I'm with you, Karla. I see the bunnies and dinos. Long live imagination!! Hugs,
Sheila
Oh how precious are those memories but time changes all and even though I feel 21 I look in the mirrow and see that time has indeed changed me on the outside. Thank you Karla.
I remember when my sister and I were little, we'd lay on our backs in the backyard and look up at the clouds and see dolphins and horses. You brought this all back ,Karla.
Lovely poem--don't ever grow up!!! Your creactivity comes from a "child's mind" That's a compliment lol. It was given to me by my grandsons. Hmm, I think it was a compliment lol. well done!!
Micki Peluso
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2009
very cute, I too still look for dragons in the sky and I even get to see them once in a while. Just don't make clouds like they use to. LadyJ
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2009
they're where they've always been...inside of you. beautiful!
I want them to come out too; I don't wanna grow up, 'cause I'm a Toys'R'Us Kid! Whoops! LOL Sorry; see what you made me do?? LOL Adorable rabbit piccy and write; well done, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Mommy, can we play now?? *grins*
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2009
Hey! That's the spirit. Stay as young as you can. Loved this one.
This made me smile to. This is so cute. I think it's still in all of us- that playfull child just waiting to come out. Want to play hide and seek?Seriously though- I loved this!
Hearts of Gold
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Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
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Rorschach test. I do the same thing with trees. Patrick
Sheila
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
In Christs Love
Michelle~
peace, Carole~
Lovely poem--don't ever grow up!!! Your creactivity comes from a "child's mind" That's a compliment lol. It was given to me by my grandsons. Hmm, I think it was a compliment lol. well done!!
Micki Peluso
Such beautiful musings of childhood, and how we lose that innocence through the years.
Mary
Love Tinka
Great write, I enjoyed
Hope you have a wonderful day
The Buzzard
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Mommy, can we play now?? *grins*
With Love,
Cindy