Poetry taps on my window each sunrise
like a little girl
who is told to go gather eggs
yet finds her way to salty sprays
and moonlit eggs
nestled near grassy seas…
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Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Beautiful personification
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Thanks my percolating friend:)… have a wonderful weekend 🙂
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You are most welcome, my friend. Have a great weekend, too 😊
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Oh wow!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Mmmmm i love this so much. Beautiful
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Thanks Bethany:)
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I did like this poem. Artwork and words. Perfect.
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Thanks so much John:)
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You are welcome Kae.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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Oh John thank u so much for sharing my work… what an encouragement you are!:)
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Was my honor and you are welcome Kae. Good words need to be shared and read.
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Eggs! Eggs! Love it 🙂
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Love, love this 😊
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Hi, Kay. Just following you home from my place. I watched the crumbs. 😀 I am already a follower. I will watch to see that I find you more often. Thanks for the likes you have left me. They are encouraging.
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Thanks so much Oneta:)
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Beautiful.
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Thanks:)
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Kay, I love your poem. I grew up on the Pacific coast in Vancouver so I can relate to your poem.
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Yay:)… thanks so much 🙂
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incredible
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