Diddle daddle
Fiddles and flutes
Stocking feet and hooded head
imitating swooping crane
Flight dancing and playing
Wrinkles and crinkles
Petals under sheeps' wool
Leaves dangle
Thorns prickle
Eyelids mingle
Diddle daddle
Fiddles and flutes
Naughty winkle
Shell in a pickle
Friday, December 23, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
MISTY
Snow covered ground
A wonder of a miracle
Icicles delicately adorn
mighty blue spruce
Tracks of my footprints unseen
So cold the air, thin and crisp
Not a sound from the wild
As if time suspended forever
Midday sun shines brightly
Where shadows was once
no more follows
So lonely, so lonely to be alone
This place so vast
with promises of happiness and endless life
Beyond mountains my eyes see
Where streams meet, my feet dances
humming tunes I remember
So lonely, so lonely to be alone
Written by: Julita T. Santos
A wonder of a miracle
Icicles delicately adorn
mighty blue spruce
Tracks of my footprints unseen
So cold the air, thin and crisp
Not a sound from the wild
As if time suspended forever
Midday sun shines brightly
Where shadows was once
no more follows
So lonely, so lonely to be alone
This place so vast
with promises of happiness and endless life
Beyond mountains my eyes see
Where streams meet, my feet dances
humming tunes I remember
So lonely, so lonely to be alone
Written by: Julita T. Santos
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