Walk with me down the lane,
where the blue weed grows.
Walk with me down the trail,
where bluets dart amid the chicory.
where soft light falls on the water,
and wild roses bloom on the shore.
Walk with me while August warms the fields.
"While August Warms the Fields" by aisling, 8/2/09
All photos by Aisling, August 2, 2009
1) wild chicory 2) the lane 3) blueweed 4) the field
5) a northern bluet 6 & 7) the lake 8) wild rose 9) goatsbeard
10 comments:
Beautiful! I was just getting ready for my Sunday Stroll - daughter called and said, "Wait for me!" So, my stroll is REALLY a stroll with Birdie and Miss Bug in the stroller. We'll take a bit easier route today. Stay tuned!
Beautiful poetry and photos!
Thanks friends!
I can feel the sun on my back and smell the roses by the water. Such a special place for you to live. I don't wonder where some of your inspiration must come from.
Mom/Cloudhands,
It is a special place, especially in summer. :)
I made a visit. Left with a warm heart and a smile on my face.
What special photos and poetry!!
Ernestine, So glad you came by and that you enjoyed your visit here. I'm off to see if you posted as well!
I posted my stroll! Such blue skies!
Oh, that was lovely! Glad to be along for the stroll.
Thanks for walking along with me!
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