Michelle Tiddy

Staffordshire, England
Michelle Tiddy
Staffordshire, England
Monday, March 19, 2007


Rating: 5.0
Gently, gently, softly, softly
The sun bathed the pastures in
A golden glow of hope and reflection
A new awakening, a new beginning.

The poppies turned their heads to see
The wonderful light of a new morn
And the breeze sighed amongst them
The law of nature uniting all

The fat bumble bees searched for the prize
The flowers held in their hands
Whilst all around the birds began
To fill wise trees with laughter

The beauty of a myriad of colours
Dancing in the dewdrops
A tiny sound of rabbits playing
And the wobbly legs of a new foal

Shhh... Don't interrupt this magic
This wonder that is before us each day
Some write about it, some paint
Some just close their eyes and feel
Michelle Tiddy
Marci Made 19 March 2007
Nice Em, even though bees are not a friend of me.................. like thinking of a golden glow on this ever so cold day...............(avongal) (((((((((((())))))))))))))) marci.xo
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How lovely Michelle. I can close my eyes and see it and smell it all. Made me laugh though as I could also imagine Buble bees with with hands! ! Clair x
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Declan McHenry 19 March 2007
Very nicely expressed Michelle. Neat work.
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