Back within the year’s, I go admiring once again back to the summers of my boyhood.
There were cloths of many shades every piece was tiny like a scent in the air.
And I didn’t have a blanket and it was down the fall, momma tailored the excitement together stitching every part with love.
She made my blanket of many shades that I was so pleased of, perhaps she said this shell will bring good fluke and happiness.
I caught the morning shine of sunrise like a dapple drawn falcon.
The patterned clouds and the wimpling wind felt like ecstasy in my heart.
The glow of such a shine had fortified in me like a gliding bird in the winds of the singing sky.