Freckling Bushes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Freckling Bushes



Little bushes freckling the mountainsides
making them look like little kids.

Happy and carefree, alone in the desert,
glad to be free to live as they wish.

Sunday, January 18, 2015
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