Baby Steps Walk by hipps13

Bryce • (none) • posted on Sep 07, 2007

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……To See Little footprints Pinkie toe shy So little you are Hide behind The tears that pour Made a mark Little black dot One day must be Ought to see Laughter spoke Comes a sound Nobody heard Thought to see Sit and wonder Nobody sees Really knows What to think Middles to cross Roads that follow Ridges see crumble Come tumbling down Stuck sometimes Which way to go Hold on sweetie pie Goodbye seems so final Little footprints Pinkie toe shy Do not be afraid To walk away ……to see *Image Bryce 5.5 ©LKS 2007

Comments (16)

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sessan53

3:46PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

Very great work on this picture. Beautiful words:-)hugs sessan

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Bossie_Boots

3:59PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

Superb work linda as always your words are amazing as is your image hugs lou x

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Richardphotos

6:43PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

exceptional beach.I think the best from Bryce I remember seeing Linda.imaginative writing skills you have

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vaggabondd

7:44PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

Very nice work my friend

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auntietk

7:55PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

Wow - yeah! Nice beach! I love the middle ground, where it looks like there's seaweed strewn all around, and the sand is wet. Lovely mood in your poem today, too. Wonderful work!

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Ionel

7:58PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

You are a wonderful poet, Linda!!!

Denys234

9:29PM | Fri, 07 September 2007

Beautifully done!!

eryt

2:28AM | Sat, 08 September 2007

words and image are superb..bravo!

ARTWITHIN

3:05AM | Sat, 08 September 2007

The fit of image and poem is perfect. Your poem strikes me as something many experience at one time or other in their lives. It is part of the journey we make. We start out on a path, then come the detours, the forks in the road, the barriers, the tributaries. My it is a wonder we ever make it to our destination, but we will. Hugs and love, Linda. Big smiles! Suzanne

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