As a child…
If you believed that mud pies were edible,
That walks in the creek barefoot felt squishy and good,
That sandcastles could be built stronger than the high tide,
And that you could dig to the earth’s center,
Then you may be a potter.
After a childhood in the mystery of mud, clay, dirt and sand,
Years later we reunite.
I’m so glad I am a potter. Together clay and I will continue our journey.
Thanks for stopping by ~Tricia Woodland