The love of my children
joyful and bright
knows no boundaries
day or night
through it all we tumble and fall
though we know not all
giggle and roll
swim and stroll
we travel along to Omaha
where we see and hear
but do not care
if the buffalo roam
and the antelope play.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
“travel”
Beginning
Sunrise over the water
Sunrise above the clouds
as I travel here to this moment
leaving it all behind.
Never wanting
only being as we are
celebrating the sunshine
and the moonshine
and the tiny me inside
As we travel as giants
stretching, reaching,
near and far.
Embracing our togetherness
as a forest longing for visitors
and as givers are we
feeling like an empty page.
– Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
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