“Walking stick in my right hand, Gazing silently at the land. Cedar strewn path in front of me lies, Cheerful birdsongs fill the skies. Light breezes blow my cape awry, As I walk along, I know not why! The path… — Aunt Sue Loughry Copy Share Image
“Walking stick in my right hand, Gazing silently at the land. Cedar strewn path in front of me lies, Cheerful birdsongs fill the skies.… — Aunt Sue Loughry Copy Share Image
