The McIntosh Miscellany
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Summer
I feel the grass beneath my feet.
I smell the flowers’ perfume sweet.
I taste the fruit fresh from the tree.
I hear the birds as they sing to me.
I touch the blossom on the vine.
I know life is a gift divine.
Lisa McIntosh
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