Wind is the voice and the song of the prairie.
Christmas Cactus By Elece Hollis She's called a cactus––but has no spines; She speaks between her graceful lines. She isn't fir or coned´pine. At Christmas time. She isn't Poinsettia bright Not Amaryllis––that's alright! She bows her head––shy––out of sight At Christmas time. She brightens up the room each year; Comes to bring us all... Continue Reading →