> Hello Sue,
Well, nice one, I should say. It sounds like Finland. You know what the killer line is, donīt you? `The house is beating like a heartī. I believe if this was mine, Iīd change the title, though.
Have a great Christmas, you, too.
Best wishes, Mike
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> Distant Voices
>
> Bare trees, white hills, and snow,
> a flake or two blown from a drift
> beside the road, a moon riding high,
> cold. Winter floats a foggy breath
> in curls of smoke that cling to roofs,
> hang low, then join a cloud
> with sparks borne upon an updraft.
> Windows glow. In side, the family sits,
> heads bent over books, puzzles,
> in quiet companionship. There is no sound
> except the shift of logs, a ticking clock.
> The house is beating like a heart.
> Christmas descends with white wings,
> the scene of apples and evergreens,
> and above the house in darkest night
> the milky foam of stars.
>
> Sue Scalf
>
>
> May Christmas bring you love and health and may the New Year lie before you
> like untrodden snow, a canvas for dreams to fill. Sue
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