I see you my friend
In the green grass and the soft heather bloom
In the ancient stones and wild peaks
In the tumbling stream and the dark woods
I see you
In the scattered light upon the path
In the crouching hare in the long grass
In the turning wing of the hunting kite
I see you
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Beautiful, Helen ❤️ This is a place I was hoping to go with Sue someday.
Ah, I’m sorry, Alethea. I’m sure she’ll be there when you do eventually get to go. It’s somewhere I’m keen to return to as well xx
Perhaps our paths will someday lead us there at the same time and we’ll find her there with us. ❤️
That would be lovely, wouldn’t it? Like the way we met up at the Roman temple in Maiden Castle – I have a feeling that will happen again 🙂
Wonderful sentiments, and I love the photo.
Thanks, Craig 🙂 The photo is of Doll Tor, a very special place.
I love this. Perfect. XO
Thanks Darlene xx
Gorgeous. 💗
Thanks, Sarah xx
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Thank you xx
This is lovely, Helen! I wondered where, so thanks. Such a peaceful scene 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂 It’s a very special place, that’s for sure
It would be 🙂
🤗💕
She was, is, and will be, in all those places. 🙂
Absolutely 🙂
Beautiful. I suspect when she arrives in eternity one of the first things she does is blog….it’s the how to send that’s the next issue ….
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Thank you for sharing
Felt this poem, so beautifully.
Thank you x
❤