And here I thought they were just practicing to be drummers in a rock band. Once had one who stopped tapping and played peek-a-boo with me for fifteen minutes. Couldn't help grinning at the memory you brought forth.
Oooooooh. I do believe your poem has tapped a lullaby to me. This is just so soothing, Sherry. I loved this print, and you have penned the perfect piece for it.
And here I thought they were just practicing to be drummers in a rock band. Once had one who stopped tapping and played peek-a-boo with me for fifteen minutes. Couldn't help grinning at the memory you brought forth.
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Oh, Sherry, this is beautiful. How I adore the idea of the pecking of birds being music to sprites' ears.
ReplyDeleteI like what you saw in this print.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely serene poem for the image.
ReplyDeleteI love the soothing images and serene nature of your poem, Sherry ❤️
ReplyDeleteThe gentle rhythm of woodpecker dresams
ReplyDeleteOooooooh. I do believe your poem has tapped a lullaby to me. This is just so soothing, Sherry. I loved this print, and you have penned the perfect piece for it.
ReplyDeleteYou touched upon "it". This says so much.
ReplyDeleteAh, that's a sweet interpretation! I too feel gentled after reading it.
ReplyDeletethat *is* serene ~
ReplyDeleteA lovely lilt to this, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of a lullaby! I wish I had thought of it.
ReplyDeleteYou saw a lovely dream in this painting, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this. You saw gentleness where drilling birds might summon noise and bother. I prefer your vision.
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