gardens,rainbows,and fairies |
| The following poetry is written by my 11 year old granddaughter, Summertime. 1. rain in the village garden no longer thirsty rainbow shines above 2. fluttering about celebration of nature at work each season 3. "At the Creek" at the creek wanting to peek from their hiding spots music is heard all around listening to colorful sounds joining in on the fun clapping their wings while they sing my sweet songs playing my flute stomping my boots as magic dust is sprinkled fun is what we seek merrily playing at the creek |