enough said!

May 22, 2012

Near Abeilhan . . . . things of beauty!

Mad Patsy said, he said to me,
That every morning he could see
An angel walking on the sky;
Across the sunny skies of morn
He threw great handfuls far and nigh
Of poppy seed among the corn;
And then, he said, the angels run
To see the poppies in the sun.  James Stephens  In a Poppy Field

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