Peace Is a Place
I walk across this bridge,
Of which I often trod.
Waters ripple and flow,
Caressing earth and sod.
Breezes comb my hair,
Gentle on my nose,
Fragrances so sweet,
Drifting from primrose.
I think of this my place,
Daydreams never cease,
So everywhere I go
I always carry, Peace.
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Tuscany
Fill my glass, one more time.
Grape nectar to percolate!
Redhead Reflections 
What an inspirational artist you are! I so enjoy viewing your work, your style is amazing. Blessings back,
Awww thank you so much! You’ve made my day!
Wonderful poem and pictures. Tuscany is beautiful.
Thank you!!