Saturday, September 8, 2012

Blue Skies

Her voice was airy like in a dream
It sent thoughts in every direction
He wanted to hear just a little more
Happiness soared like a kite on a string
And there he was out on the prairie, breathless.












11 comments:

  1. Steve-you are right. Happiness is like a kite on a string!

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  2. Beautiful poem... love the imagery!

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  3. My first teaching job was in Sidney, Iowa. I remember the fall there with all the sunflowers blooming in the ditches and on the prairie. It was so great to see.

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  4. Lovely yellows and whites. It's not often that I see a kite in flight, these days so thank you for sharing this one. And thank you also for identifying my wildflowers for me. Much appreciated, Steve. :)

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  5. What an unusual-looking kite that is. Your pictures are showing the advancement of the season. A nice series.

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  6. Beautilf ul serie, Steve !
    I love bue skies. Yesterday it was very blue and it was very warm.
    This morning it is not the same thing. Fall is just around the corner.

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