Michelle Renee Kidwell
This place it speaks
To me
Of memories
And dreams.
It echoes the
Footprints of
Those who have
Gone before me.
It echoes the laughter
And tears
Of generations
Who dared to dream.
The water and the land
They each tell
Their tale
Wrought in laughter
And tears.
Our own stories
Begin with the echo
Of footprints
With Hope and Faith
Sung in the wind.
Our stories
Etched on land
And rippled in the
Water for future
Generations to hear
Echoed in the wind.
(C) Michelle R Kidwell
12.05.2017
2:15 A.M P.S.T
Authors Note: I literally just started writing this, I hope you enjoy!
The poem is outstanding and made me almost sniffle. I love the pictures too
Thank you so much!!!
How beautiful. You have such a natural talent.
Thank you so much Carol!!
Nice pictures! Nice post!
I love it! You write so well, I feel the same way, but my poem would be more like this. I like the outdoors, I can feel the history, its nice. I think we should protect our natural resources for future generations Not quite as flowery huh? lol The pictures are awesome love the sights and lil miss with her mom as well.
Thank you so much but that’s actually my Niece Amber, Little Misses cousin. She’s only twenty one Lol!!!
Oh okay, wow. Shes beautiful they both are.
Thank you so much Kim, I am one blessed Auntie!