Happy Time

14 Jan 2012

Happy Time Joyoussmallchildren, joining theirhands Around in a circle, playing to song. Precioussmall boys and sweetLittle girls; Smiling and spinning aroundforso long. Golden hair gleams in the sun, The air is cool and blindly clear. Vivid colors blurring now, Scent bursting from Autumn flowers near. Children are uniquelyspecial their lives are clean and pure. Their innocent lives lead onward To teach us how we can endure. IlaMae Stucki (c) 11/1/11

IlaMae Stucki

I am a Registered Nurse.. I have loved writing for as far back as I can remember. My first writing was experienced by drawing as a child. In 7th grade I wrote a poem about Abraham Lincoln that won an award and was read on the radio in Salt Lake City....

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