Wishes made on shooting stars
When I was still a child.
Summer walks on well worn
Paths where blueberries grew wild.
Rows of white washed houses lined
The streets, then paved with sand.
Early mornings at the
Lake, fishing pole in hand.
Swimming in the afternoons till
The sun began to fade, then we’d
Talk about the following day
And all the plans we made.
Memories of my childhood
Put a smile upon my face
For now and then I visit –
Lingering in this special place
Cryssa
Christine
Love,
ET
You've sketcked a beautiful path of memories my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Harold M. Nash
Sandie May Angel :o)
Sweet like honey and health to the soul.
Beautiful...
Allen
Regis
all that incredible talent, you can relive such memories at
any time. - gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
lovely work Dawn....
enjoyed, Art Sun....
hugs
fee
Keep sharing your visions of wonderful and wistful days... now memories, indeed! - Bill