Trees
The trees are always beautiful no matter how they dressIn Summer, Autumn, Winter too, but I love spring the best
For when the baby leaves come dancing out they cetainly put our mind to rest.
Trees
The trees are always beautiful no matter how they dressboomboom56 commented on Trees
09-17-2009
09/18/2009
WordSlinger commented on Trees
08-01-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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