
Me: I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘m’
Grandson (aged 5): A . . . mbulance

Me: I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘m’
Grandson (aged 5): A . . . mbulance

Granddaughter (age 8): You have hair on your arm.
Me: Yes.
Granddaughter: Did it fall from your head?

Drifting on through time
Winter snow now turns to spring.
New life is dawning.

Springtime raindrops fall
See the trees through misty glass
Winter now is past

Mountains floating high
Gentle early morning mist
Skims the peaceful lake