O! lure of the Lost Lagoon,-- I dream to-night that my paddle blurs The purple shade where the seaweed stirs, I hear the call of the singing firs. — Emily Pauline Johnson Mark Lovewell

Thursday, October 24, 2013

What better time to share some verses of poetry with leaves changing and frost on the pumpkin.


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