Horses reign in a sky of white clouds and Blue Ribbons...Memories of running neck to neck to thefinish line... On desert sands where freedom isforever..
Rose petals gather like birds of a feathercollecting raindrops to sprinkle on Violetsthat are on a mission to bring preying mantis totheir knees askin..
There are mornings when the scent of Rosesrises and becomes the passion for creativity...A tonic that lingers on the garden path whereButterflies flut..
As I experience each day. I fly high as a Northern Flicker... dressed in latest fashion inblack and brown feathers... My hat is a reddish gold wheremy..
Hollyhocks bloom like pretty ladieswith too much Rouge...All dressed up with bright pink Pearls.looking for high school sweethearts...Flowers that dan..