Flying to White Owl

Flying to White Owl,
enchanted shore,
in search of Fran’s
owl chick discovery,
and to dream among
the She Oaks there…

(copyright Imogen Crest 2008.)


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My soul is calling out, demanding that I returned to this most sacred island.
Sounds timely, Heather!
Lovely and dreamy
Ah, to be dreaming among the She Oaks. Such a lovely passtime.
Vi
I would love to be soaring down that shore, or even walking down it. It draws me to it.
so much to discover!
so much to explore
always on a journey
why not to the shore