O to touch a unicorn- how my heart would soar how my hand would tremble, eyes widen in child-like awe.
At the bottom of the garden beneath the ash and oak
posted by to touch a unicorn at 5:57 PM
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. - Eleanor Roosevelt
© 2006 by Sandy@Heimdallr
If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . . If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! ~ Shel Silversteinder
Then we sat on the edge of the earth, with our feet dangling over the side, and marvelled that we had found each other.
Its a long, long road
its a big, big world
we are wise, wise women
we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile
to show when we're pleased
both carry a switchblade
in our sleeves
Ani deFranco
from: "If He Tries Anything"
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Thanks OJ, and thanks again :) Hope you followed me this time *chuckle*
Did I just dream that you had posted an extraordinary entry about your dream of walking in the woods? What happened???
Sandy, thank you SO much for the hint. I am not the most observant person on the planet. It's a wonderful page, and I LOVE the poems.
It's nice and relaxing to visit your page, I must say.
(I've also had to crack down on the old spamola).
This is so beautiful! It brought a smile to my face. :)
You are welcome! :)Glad you liked the poemsVelvet Sacks
Then glad you had the time to pull up a chairtc and they've finally given up on you? :)
That's nice to hear Yvaine don't work too hard :)
Makes me think of the book, The Secret Garden. One of my fave books to this day.
I thought there was a touch of enchantment about it too. And that is a lovely little book. :)
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