Thistledown Poem by Joan Paterson

Thistledown



Down the flowery path we go,
to the shore and the waterfall below.
White horses froth and foam,
beneath Thistledown, our home.
Footsteps in the sand
as we walk, hand in hand
together, forever
at Thistledown, our home.

Sunday, March 27, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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