Let’s go sailing
maybe whaling
on the ocean
water motion
There’s no highway
To get in our way
the breeze blows us there
we can float anywhere
let’s go sailing
With sunshine trailing
white mast flying high
as we quickly sail by
Molly Bee
ABOUT ME
What was life like with 14 brothers and sisters growing up in the country? In our Hillside family, numerous situations instilled memories as vivid in my mind today as if they were yesterday. In any family, there are good and bad times. I choose only to color my memories of my country's childhood experiences with the good ones by using rhythmic stories. I hope you will enjoy them.
I write about life and the nature around us.