The Still family has been on this land for eight generations. This poem touches our collective soul... its here in this place of my ancestors that i can feel the hands of time slow here that i can hear the fingers of God brushing through the branches above that i can be free sunlight washing over me cool breeze caressing me song birds singing stream dancing over rock and stone healing me Poem Here by Michael Traveler, author of Postcards from the Backroads (Read more about it here or find out how to get your own copy ... https://facebook/photo.php?fbid=730512483646099&set=pb.276064969090855.-2207520000.1395782120.&type=3&theater)
Posted on: Wed, 21 May 2014 22:30:30 +0000
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