Posted on October 17, 2016 by TheWalkingOwl
Wild hair blows in the crisp night breeze Moonlight travel in the “Too cold!” freeze Throat frost pain in the run to warm Grandmother Moon looks down; no alarm “Where go you child, running fast and far?” “To the barn, and the hay, and the…
Category: MemoriesTags: barn, child, freeze, frost, grandmother moon, hay, moonlight, running, stars, travel, wild hair
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