Full blown dandelions on carpets green,
Pink petals swept in the breeze,
Fallen leaflets.. a lone seashell,
Bamboo basket
with gathered raspberries..
I sat in their midst
by the shade of my favorite Birch tree..
~ That was the first page in my dearest dreams..
A contest entry
- Favorite Things by Pamela A Lamppa.
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My grandmother had us pick wild raspberries when my brother and I were young. OH she could make an amazing rapsberry sauce to go with home made tapioca pudding.
Bet you didn't know you'd get that out of this read.
Wonderful thoughts and ideas presented here. Thank you for such a delightful memory.
~Pamela


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Good Work. I will be back.
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A gentle collection of your own meaning you have gathered under the shade of dream's reflection.
Marlene



