Across rolling hills
Tucked behing a curtan of light
Deep within my heart
A house sets with a lit window
The fresh sent of morning
Dew glazed on grass
I tilt my head back and soak it in
The rays of sun spill over the land
Where I run with joy
Across the fields of grass
Though it is not in reach
Only tucked away behind my shielded heart
Just made that poem up as i went. i was ganna make it rhyme, but then decided otherwise. I had a rather fun time drawing this picture; watching it come together in a gently way... My Great Aunt Rose passed away recently and this is how she used to draw. I miss her dearly though i had only met her once. I felt as though she was most like me in my family. I dont mind if others dont like this style, but i have grown attached to it and it helps me remember my Great Aunt.
Please crit and comments kindly...
~LauraK~
