January 8, 2010

A Child's Poem

The wind is soft,
The grass is low.
Beneath the sun of all our sorrows.

How long we wait for the day,
not a moment to waste before we sleigh.

Look now, oh friends!
For we have found our journey's end.

excerpt from Ch. 2, in a book being written by Caleb Smith ...the words just flowed from his lips to my ears as he asked, 'what do you think, mom?'

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