The dreaming bones

For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt. This week’s words are



There is a meaning in the words,

Carried by the wind and waves,

Sung by the lark on the hill by the sea,

A cry raised by the ones who sleep

In the holy ground so far away.

Across the years, the miles, the tears,

They call me home, the dreaming bones.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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