Tuesday, November 9, 2004The End of Warm DaysDreaming of days were daughters laugh As though they have a father with hands Big as mountains and strong as oxen A hearty chuckle like a warm fire Around the hearth sit mitten-less girls With rosy red cheeks from playing In the yard were white snow dusted Their golden heads and frosted their... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:18 AM Comments (4) (permalink) |
