Those Beachy Days

Tiny footprints on the sand Lots of seashells in her hands She runs down towards the waves Past the rock pools and the caves The beach is where she loves to play In winter winds or summer days In her pockets her seashell treasure The little joys that bring her pleasure Photo ┬ęBrenda Stephens Par […]

The Moors…

A beginning… I walk beneath a sketchbook sky Crosshatched clouds way up high Slivers of sunlight brush my face Breaking through the cloudy haze A carpet of the softest green Before me, the most breathtaking scene A place I’d happily spend many hours Walking out on the beautiful moors Cool running streams clear as glass […]