Monday, July 20, 2026

Hartland Whispers: Poem

 

Hartland Whispers

The highland whispers

Where flute takes center stage.

The sounds never have a rage.

Peaceful and gentle,

Truthful and lenient

To listen to yourself.

Learn and think,

In the end,

Begin to fend for themselves.

Growing up is hard to do,

When foundation on the hard land

Helps to grow.

Tomshinsky@2026

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