Anita saw this image and promptly came up with a poem to go with it…
Blowing Bubbles
Soapy bubbles, rainbows made
By tiny wizard on water’s edge
Reflected time within the spheres
With village green
a lighthouse towers
to guide the way
People yet he must find
A string of pearls lies in his wake
Each shining soul he will make
bubbles blown with love in mind
an eco-system on the lake
no bubbles burst with magic made…
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