Mama’s Walking Stick
Where wild abounds and nature calls / a trail winds through a gentle wood, / along a stream then to small falls, / where she met him, and love was good.
Where wild abounds and nature calls / a trail winds through a gentle wood, / along a stream then to small falls, / where she met him, and love was good.
Meander with me down that winding trail, remembering the way it was before. Back then, when we set paper ships …
Wild roses and wolf willow blossoms caress my senses with their fragrance, as the lake water laps lovingly against the …