The scent of pine and earth overwhelmed the calm, hazy air. The cry of the rooster and the beating of hooves upon the gravel, the horses’ manes billowing in the breeze
I believe in winter time. hot chocolate served on the days so chilly that snow descends in light flakes from the sky. I believe in the warmth of the fireplace. the red-hot glow from the hearth
The small boy sat in his navy-colored room With toy soldiers in his hand He dreamt of war and struggle With those toy soldiers fighting in some fantasy land