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.
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
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
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
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
