Morning
I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea. Sarah Teasdale
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/earth-2017/
My spirit home is Scotland where I return again and again.
Very pretty!
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Hi Martha – and thank you!!
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Wonderful composition!
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thank you!
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