Enough for me, the little things, those graces oft unseen,
Flowers by the country road, the hills of carpet green.
Softly flows that cheery brook, its crystal waters clean,
Hymns of praise at eventide, as day slips from the scene.
~ D.F.
Enough for me, the little things, those graces oft unseen,
Flowers by the country road, the hills of carpet green.
Softly flows that cheery brook, its crystal waters clean,
Hymns of praise at eventide, as day slips from the scene.
~ D.F.
So beautiful! I so can relate to the words, I feel the same way….. ❤
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thanks for liking my recent post! keep up the good work here… 🙂
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Likewise, James! Best wishes!
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“Hymns of praise at eventide” is lovely.
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Thanks, Cheryl! God bless and have a great day :-))
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❤
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Love this one, especially. The little things are so important to remain open to. Your photos are beautiful and balance well with your poems. Thanks for stopping by my blog, Dan.
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You’re welcomed, Susan and thank you for sharing your blog 🙂 Blessings!
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Reblogged this on John T's Corner Cafe.
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