|everyday i drive past the old bones|
|that make me think of the dream i saw|
|in grandma's books|
|of a big family tilling the soil|
|and soil of their clan|
|with loving hands|
|that do it all|
|one day at a time|
|while i still wonder what i will be when i grow up|
|as i continue to juggle whilst i skip|
Dear ,deep, thoughtful Elisabeth is our hostess this week.
Thank you Elisabeth. Everyday i am inspired by my new friends in the world
through this challenge.