naked square bales
no plastic marshmallows here
the only white is wildflower bloom
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Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
naked square bales
no plastic marshmallows here
the only white is wildflower bloom
Beautiful!! Love your wordplay in this one. 💗
thanks Laura
The farm near my house puts a whimsical spin on marshmallow hay bales in late October.
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OH! Those are FANTASTIC!! I can’t decide which one I like more – the one with the mask or the toilet paper roll. I’ll never look at those white marshmallows the same again! Thanks!
wonderful greens
Wonderful scene and poem, Catherine.
thank you so much Jet
Definitely don’t see square bales much anymore.