Green the grass rolls yonder
Setting fragrance free
Breezes flower, blooming
Bursting at their seams
Honeysuckle, Daffodils
Roses, creep like Myrtles
Draping. Swing. Mad Willow
Bend and show the world
Bend and show to everyone
The Oak is not so strong
She holds her ground,
But breaks to Wind's harsh song
Sing your songs sweet Sparrow
Counter speak the Doves
Listen Willow, feel them
Hiding in your gloves
Green your leaves drape covering
Busily sweep the air
Not for me to question
Not for me to care
Creep the Myrtles purple
Bloom and give to green
Willows kiss the future
Winter hands off to Spring
-- Jude Stringfellow
2010
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- jstringfellow
- Hello, I'm an American author with Scottish blood running through my veins. According to the DNA test there's a large amount of English blood in them as well-- we don't talk about that. I'm a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend, and yes...I'm a gramma!! I love my four grandkids and hold them as often as I can. I travel, and when I do leave the states I mostly go to Scotland. I prefer the outskirts of Edinburgh to the city itself only because I really can't deal with tourists...and I am one! I have always enjoyed my experiences in Scotland and feel very close to it's history and its people. This is ultimately the reason many of my books take place or include the great country.
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