When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
