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.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
