Smilin’ Through

“There’s a Dream-path winding up over the hills, Towards a castle that’s built in the air; There’s a bird-note calling from over rills Which persuasively lures me there; There’s a garden gate Where I stand and wait ‘Neath the shade of a dream-laden tree And the eyes of you With a welcome true Seem smiling’ through — at me.” Words by G. L. Salisbury.

5.5” x 7.5”