Description: I picked up a wonderful beach hat @ the Thrift Store. Hand made in Madagascar, when 'i' wear it 'i' feel mysterious and divine!
Love,Peace,Joy!!!
The Madagascar Hat Theory -------------------------------------------
Kaminski, Australia
swept in a
Madagascar hat.
Hand weaved of
the desert and
"IT's" heat, where
the ocean and
nowhere
meet.
Was wind or wave
or rain?
No matter now
a sand's
grain.
Swept up by
the wings of
a bird and nested
in the home of Love.
Where does the
Madagascar Hat
call home today?
everywhere ~ "IT"
floats on your winds
and dangles from stars
to play ; > }
Secret of the
Madagascar Hat
not hidden in sea
or land.
The wave of another's
suntanned hand.
Nature's riddle responded
to with Grace.
All are witness to his
loving face.
The hat casts a
halo in blue
and of gold,
The hat's graced All
the young & Old.
It's not a big mystery
but a story that's
told.
Put on the hat and
watch "IT"
unfold.
Great line about the suntanned hand, and it floats on the wind and dangles from the stars. Little treasure's us. Can't beat em. Great write really did enjoy this one. Oh one more thing hope we can find you hidden in that hat.
Tiff, I think you should trade your hat in for a halo, you're an angel! I don't really care what the secret of the Madagascar hat is - I want one! Great Tiffspeak, Be HappIT Graeme
Submission Name: The Madagascar Hat Theory
