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Slip Jig Spring

The brook claps over the tumbled rock bed applauding the Spring thaw like a gaggle of Irish revelers; setting the man high marsh grass to dance a slip jig in the bonnie breeze. Returning Canadian geese chorus overhead saluting the rippling waves in the slate gray pond. The white undersides of their wings mimicking the flashing and snapping of the white caps on the lake. Blodeuwedd, Flower Face; returns with a fiddlers bow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/12/2009 12:18:00 PM
Deb, I just looked it up! Blodeuwedd is an imaginary Welch-Fable lady made-up of broomstalks, you have her greeting and playin' tunes for the Geese! very wonderfully fun!! you are a sharp Lady! jmg
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Date: 3/22/2009 6:31:00 PM
Your visuals are wonderful in this, Debbie! A very delightful read that leaves me with a happy feeling! What a wonderful place to visit! Love Ya!
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Date: 3/19/2009 4:41:00 PM
That's what she said...
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Date: 3/19/2009 3:56:00 PM
Deborah,..i read this this morn,..i have to say,..it made me feel ................homeTY james
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Date: 3/19/2009 4:24:00 AM
loved the title... your write is so fresh! ~ Arany
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Date: 3/18/2009 2:24:00 PM
I fought an Irish guy one time. Like my cat always used to say...
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Date: 3/18/2009 2:22:00 PM
Exceptional write... so much peace and vivid imagery shines through in this one. I can picture those geese so clearly in my mind. I always look forward to seeing them return. Smiles from Lolita
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