We looked and looked
High and low
Here there and everywhere
Big places little places
and places in between
Old ones and new places
Then in all came down to one
The one place we now
Will call our own!
July 07, 2009
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4 comments:
A new place to call home...moving was always exciting for me...enjoy it Anne!
A poem that reminds me of "The Little Prince" - he too delivers that knowing message. Sweet poem - profound truth!
Wanda, Going to a new place and starting from the beginning is always exciting. Although, I would much rather unpack then pack.
Rose Marie
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