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Looking Out My Back Door

In the evening looking out my back door The magic begins Can you feel the adrenaline? Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore. Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins. In the evening looking out my back door The magic begins It's not on some distant shore It's within My neighbors field called paladin Under the sycamore. In the evening looking out my back door The magic begins.

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Jenish Somadas

Date: 12/23/2019 4:55:00 AM

##Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.## Your imagination is magical.. Good one..

Bette Bavington
Date: 12/23/2019 7:18:00 AM

Thank you, Jenish. I drive my family crazy with my magical imagination. I see something in everything around me. I hope you have a great Merry Christmas.

Robertina B.

Date: 12/22/2019 10:52:00 PM

I absolutely enjoyed your write, Bette.. You penned a magically exquisite poem!! Filled with wonderful imagery.. The magic definitely keeps us going, my friend.. Blessings to you!

Bette Bavington
Date: 12/23/2019 6:17:00 AM

Thank you Robertina. I am glad you liked it. I hope you have a great Merry Christmas.

M. L. Kiser

Date: 12/1/2019 11:05:00 AM

"Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore. Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before. The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.' True magic write.

Bette Bavington
Date: 12/1/2019 12:30:00 PM

Thank you. I see magic in so many things. It is what keeps my imagination and creative juices flowing.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 11/30/2019 12:46:00 PM

I love it when a poet is brave enough to see the magic and write about it, lovely poem, Thanks for sharing dear Bette

Bette Bavington
Date: 11/30/2019 12:58:00 PM

Thank you. It is always a special treat when things come together. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/30/2019 2:08:00 AM

Magic is afoot. I hear the faeries and elves calling for us, Bette!

Bette Bavington
Date: 11/30/2019 6:42:00 AM

I am always up for an adventure. It is what keeps us young.

Matthew Anish

Date: 11/29/2019 7:18:00 PM

Magical verse! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Bette Bavington
Date: 11/29/2019 7:25:00 PM

Thank you. I am glad you liked it.

Eve Roper

Date: 11/29/2019 2:12:00 PM

The magic does begin when you look out the door with fresh air and what will come by and also see. Nicely done, Bette. Sorry for your loss; I can not phantom every loosing a child, almost did once and I felt I was going to die. I lost my husband last year and even then was heartbreaking.

Bette Bavington
Date: 11/29/2019 2:38:00 PM

There are no words to describe the loss of a husband. Your are In my prayers. I am glad you liked the poem. I see magic in a lot of things. It help me see life in a different way.

Janice Canerdy

Date: 11/29/2019 1:12:00 PM

Whimsical and entertaining poem, Bette. Janice

Bette Bavington
Date: 11/29/2019 1:16:00 PM

I am glad you liked it. I hope you are having a great Thanksgiving holiday.