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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
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
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
