Young Day

Days of Mine

Kady Birdwhistle
Young days

Sitting in earth

Green valleys

Waves of hills which become my veins

Young days

Hands tickle grass

Grass tickle-hand

You have always been

Parts of me

Published by Kady Birdwhistle

I am a woman seeking to learn more about different writing communities while pursuing my college education. I am currently obsessed with freelance writing, Charlaine Harris (author), yoga,Christianity, Hindu...  View profile

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  • mimpi2/3/2009

    Kady this is beautiful! Welcome back!

  • 3lilangels2/2/2009

    how wonderful, great to see you back!!!

  • samaira2/2/2009

    Wonderful.

  • Charles B Reynolds2/1/2009

    A smile on a horrible day. Thank you so much! If there were still stars, a hundred billion indeed!

  • Harriet Steinberg2/1/2009

    Kadie, good to have you back. Great poem. Looking forward to reading more of your poems

  • Jennifer Wagner2/1/2009

    Great job. I love the part about the grass tickling hands, it made me smile. :-)

  • Erik Van Tongerloo2/1/2009

    Beautiful poem

  • Donna Thacker1/31/2009

    Hi kady Good to see you writing!

  • Lisa Renee.1/31/2009

    Lovely poem little sis...I am glad that you are writing again...Hugs!

  • Jolly1/31/2009

    Such a nice poem! The simplicity of it accompanies the complexity of its meaning well. It reminds me of a qawali!

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