Tuesday, August 1, 2006

Hadonfield's Kites/Hadonfield's Happiness


Google did the pcitures


Hadonfield's kites/Hadonfield's Gardens


Hadonfield's Kites


He crafts his words


They fly like kites


In his skilled hands


wonderous things happen


The kites rise and dance;


They bring on the chance


For love and happiness


 


Hadonfield's Dream


His happiness


is in


his Sanctuary


He lays his head


on the stone


the stone conserves;


protects


living waters


the forest smiles


and embraces


his dreams.


 


 

5 comments:

sugarsweet056 said...

Great!

hadonfield78 said...

Nat

That is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. You are simply a wonderful humanbeing. Thank you so much for this. I appreaciate it very deeply.
Love
(((HUGS)))
Your friend
Hadonfield

princesssaurora said...

beautiful...

be well,
Dawn

monponsett said...

I like where Michael Myers goes back to Haddonfield and Donald Pleasance is trying to find him, going "What was behind those eyes was pure... eeee-vil."

sazzylilsmartazz said...

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