I see the moon and the moon sees me...
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Daisies
by Evaleen Stein
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
Beautiful picture! Also loved the pictures of your flowers, etc. in the previous post.
ReplyDeletePut the lemonade on....I am heading over. May take me awhile, lol!
Funny, Wyatt was yelling at me from his room, as I was yelling at him to go to bed, to LOOK AT THE MOON last night. Can't the kid just sleep on command instead of hanging out the window yelling about the blasted moonlight?? ;0
ReplyDeleteLove this photo! So glad you posted it! I need to play around with my camera some more and try to get some pics like this.
ReplyDeleteI had belts and shoes of all sorts of different colors. Red, blue, black, white, purple, brown, I even had turquoise shoes!!!!
ReplyDeleteAwww... thought provoking picture. It really draws me in and makes me think of ??? I don't know what; I just know I feel pensive. Well done!
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