Meant for the wild!
Born of the free …
Loved by the true
The rose holds on …
with tender regality.
©jan leree 2012
Born of the free …
Loved by the true
The rose holds on …
with tender regality.
©jan leree 2012
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Sometimes ... we cannot hear. Sometimes ... we need to stop all the haste. ... Quiet all the noise. Wrap us in our arms and limbs. Everything else can wait 'til then. (c)jan leree 2012 
Tulips … Their season is so short. But their impression, Lasts a lifetime. (c)jan leree 2012 
Springtime parades, in masks and shades… Leaves tender bend in full hearted raves… Flowers part into broken hearted ways… And buds dance as if dragon fly silhouettes, dusking the day... ©2012 jan leree. 
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AuthorMy name is Jan Leree. I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy. I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here. My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you. The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me. If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so. Email me at: [email protected] Archives
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