“Sometimes Across the fields of yesterday She sometimes comes to me A little girl just back from play the girl I used to be And yet she smiles so wistfully once she has crept within I wonder if she hopes… — Blanche Caldwell Barrow Copy Share Image
“Sometimes Across the fields of yesterday She sometimes comes to me A little girl just back from play the girl I used to be… — Blanche Caldwell Barrow Copy Share Image
