HANNA'S WALK

The Meadow and The Birds

I hear the lark on the open meadow. Lark song makes my heart rejoice. I look at the blue sky and up there, portrayed as a troubled spot on heaven’s vault, it sings to high heaven. It happened… Read More

September The Last Of Summer

The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion’s followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay! When the deep calm sea and the deep… Read More