The sign says
“Horses for Sale”
Your fields are empty
You’ve sold those horses
Now what
You going to do
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Clouds rise up
Like cathedrals
Over the mountains
Into a cobalt sky
Meadows green
Stretch out before us
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that second one is beautiful…love the imagery…
ha, i have been at that impass in the first, time to find new fields….
Love the 2nd. There are so many things to be done and to do, all stretched out before us! How true, annell!
Hank
The second one made me catch my breath – glorious!
Second one touched me. Love it.
Came by to visit your wordle and got to visit WWP too!
I have a field like that near by…no more horses
This icon links to the longer verse site (I hope I have figured out that I can change where the link goes… )