Friday, July 29, 2005

Day of Days

On a day not today,
up and over a breathless hill
as beyond as pedal legs can go

you and I will wander with the skitter clouds
above the weaving green,

and clamberclimb a maple tree
and danglefeet the stream,

and I shall butterlick your kisses in the pelting sun

Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer 2004

1 Comments:

At 9:01 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like the picture this one paints. I feel that I am there with a gentle breeze on my back, the Sun kissing my face. Nicely done! :)

 

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