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When we wander where we
wandered when we wandered
wordlessly, when wooded wilds
wisely whispered wait – when
wingbeats wavered windwardly,
while wildflowers warmly waved,
wreathed with weightless webs,
worriless we wander when
we wander wordlessly.


Comments (2)
Dear Ms. Marsha: I'd 'Wander' off even with a G.P.S. attached. I'm so glad that I've just discovered your marvelous StoryTelling. *As I scroll through them I've subscribed with pleasure - So terrific and a rarity to see 'Original' stories of late among the snippers with sharp scissors. It is so incredible how these poems of yours seem to just flow out of you. I'm not a poet and I certainly know it, but I did "The Llama & Koala" with our VillageBucketMate, Kristen Balyeat, my only co-write; her perkiness shown within the story. I'm so impressed by you - there's nothing in your Bio? May I take a moment: I'm not a writer as you are. I'm just a retired legal professional; a simple StoryTeller to archive 'For the Kids Someday.' Not into contests or self promotion. I just enjoy doing my Silly Sketches to lead into my Shorts; nothing more. I will be following your offerings. Jk.in.l.a. Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community
What beautiful visuals!! ❤️ I could really go for a wordless wander 🥰