By Nancy Lou Henderson Bouncing golden curls running through the grass, Singing, dancing, spinning, having just a touch of sass. Bouncing golden curls looking to the sky, Stopping, smiling, pointing, saying Angels are flying by. Bouncing golden curls kneeling on one knee, Smelling, touching, picking, giving wildflowers to you and me. Bouncing golden curls although … Continue reading Bouncing Golden Curls
Academy of the Heart And Mind 