Over in the meadow
Where the grass grows tall.
Where birdies fly,
Some big, some small.
And there is a little baby girl who is watching it all.
She has eyes blue as the sky,
Pigtails in her hair,
She will never stop moving,
first here, then there.
A regular little angel.
~Me~
4 comments:
beautiful
Great shot!!! and a fabulous model!! Well done! And a fine piece of poetry.
Glad to see you back, was wondering what had happened to you...........
Looks like you are making up for lost time. Good job, I might have to frame this!
I love this picture, and the poem is awesome!!! I might have to copy your mom and print this out and frame it!!!!
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