Genius in a Bottle
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Genius in a Bottle

Sonnet | Nature| Spirituality

Whittled Crosses

GiaB prompt #2–19: wood

A slender, blond, wooden cross on a black angora rug.
My mother’s wooden cross whittled by John aka Hobbsy (photo by writer)

His mates nicknamed him Hobbsy the Hobbit
because of his diminutive stature,
his friendly manner — a life-long habit –
and his undying love of Ma Nature

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Carolyn Hastings

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Well-practiced speech pathologist now practicing to be a children’s book writer — emphasis on practicing.

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