“blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines without reservation (p. 97)” — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“Oh, the meadows were gold and the sky so blue, I traveled down that pebble path I so well knew. The sun shined on down through trees so green And I picked white flowers for which I was so keen.… — Katlyn Charlesworth Copy Share Image
