Monday, June 2, 2014

Spilling Sunlight


                ... we walk through the woods my grandfather and I

                                                                            ... to where the raspberries grow wild

                               ... tin pails swinging / spilling sunlight everywhere






The photograph is mine.

4 comments:

  1. Wonderful. I particularly liked swinging pails spilling sunlight everywhere. Beautifully crafted words.

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    1. Thank you, Bill. I have a few memories of my grandfather and the sun is always shining brilliantly.

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  2. What a beautifully phrased memory!

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    1. Thank you ... it's one of my favorite memories ...

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