the adventures of a wild woman in a mad world
The first robin sings,Early morning signs of spring,Hope after winter. Advertisements
A fine feathered fern,Dared to brush against her hand,Drawn to her warm skin
I should like to pack my bags and go Where wild things are free to live and grow;– Where beneath…
“Marry me,” he said.“I can’t. I have no heart,”She said in despair.
The Cardinal His bright red feathers, and black eyes against the soft downy white snow.
Highways and byways And long lonely nights. Sunbeams and river streams, Rough seas and stones. Friendless and sleepless, No tent…
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