Amongst the talking pines there was a crackling fire.
It was only a small flame but it shone so bright as to lure me from a depth I was so deeply in
And strike my eyes from a sight I was for so long seeing.
Was it a mirage?
Was it in fact the sails white floating 'yond the horizon
‘Long sweeping river vast
‘Tween the golden hills of sound
And of wild and crazy mares of the night
And of day break
Mornings long and radiant like dusk settling on lakes of morrow
Yet present
And in so
Fires burned bright
For now
For this time
And for this story O’ mine
Let us tell a story old.
A tale new.
Let us grow a tail.
Our very own.
Where the Wild things are…
Starring Jackie
Thank you to the owners of this beautiful property for allowing us to venture
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